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I always feel sentimental when it rains, So, on sad days like this I leave the house without an umbrella. With my headphones in, listening to our favourite songs, I walk past your old house. Or the cheap restaurant we always went to. Just so I can let my heart feel close to you again. I must be so pathetic. but when the rain stops You will exist only as another memory. So, I embrace the droplets on my skin, Even if I do catch a cold. On sad days like this I cannot help but wonder if it’s raining where you are, if you think of me. So, until the next time it rains, we walk our own paths.
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Dec 1, 2018
Dec 1, 2018 at 10:22 AM UTC
It’s raining again today.
like water I poured myself into her until she was overflowing at the brim like reinforced steel I bridged my heart to hers and welded myself to her soul like the sun I filled myself with light to cover her darkness like a blanket I shielded her from the harsh world underneath the covers like magnets I orbited her aura until we inevitably collided like a seed I felt myself growing up from her Then, like an idiot I could tell she felt nothing.
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Nov 27, 2018
Nov 27, 2018 at 3:12 PM UTC
like an idiot
It wasn’t supposed to be like this Never had I imagined this After I first saw you Sitting in the corner of the coffee shop Sipping tea with a hint of hazel Matching the light in your eyes I used to love that coffee shop One we went back to many times At least at first You would order the same tea With the same hint of hazel And I would adore your acute audacity Ordering tea in a coffee shop I had friends who told me many things They hadn’t been afraid to see the truth Telling me we were moving too fast Not really understanding where we were But instead taking the present to define everything Perhaps I should’ve listened I had thought you were what they describe as ‘The One’ But your brilliance in my life Blinded me of many things I should’ve paid heed to Placing me on the edge of your storm Instead of reaching the eye of it As I should’ve Maybe this is why the movies are fictional They only exist in our lives until the end credits Whereas I lived past them And witnessed the reality Beyond the list of directors, producers, and actors Living in a cycle of after-credits We went to that coffee shop one last time And I looked Looked for that same spark which I had latched on to All those years back But this time I truly saw you, past the light This time you ordered coffee Black, with no hint of hazel
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Nov 24, 2018
Nov 24, 2018 at 10:50 AM UTC
A Hint of Hazel
I love the rain you know that it's about to pour down will you think of me? When the smell of rain hits your nose, will you remember that that is my favorite smell? When your shoe hits puddles will you see my face in the reflection of the water? I hope you think of me
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Aug 23, 2018
Aug 23, 2018 at 5:52 PM UTC
Will you think of me?
I often wondered why people do drugs To not feel? But not feeling is the hardest thing to feel
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Aug 10, 2018
Aug 10, 2018 at 5:12 PM UTC
Feelings nonexistent
I’m waiting for you to respond And I am not skilled at being patient When you reply I want to give you the cold shoulder I want you to know that I am upset That your silence was felt And how it was agony for me
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Aug 8, 2018
Aug 8, 2018 at 8:20 PM UTC
International crush
My hand hurts. My fingers are going numb. I guess its time time to let you go But will you please Please choose to stay
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Aug 8, 2018
Aug 8, 2018 at 6:23 PM UTC
Hostage