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Its_just_me_morgan_03
Its_just_me_morgan_03
16/F/Pennsylvania I never expect to see a perfect work from an imperfect man. / / ~Alexander Hamilton
we were so ******* close i thought for maybe a second that you could possibly like me back but when i saw you with her my heart broke into so many pieces it put the stars to shame why can't i find someone that cares just as much for me as i do for them tears poured down my face like acetone so fast that i couldn't feel my face the stinging made the pain come back and it made me cry even more you may be too sane to love me or you're too insane to pay attention but i'll always be there because i'll never find another like you
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Mar 15, 2019
Mar 15, 2019 at 8:07 AM UTC
so f*cking close
i walked out crying and you didn’t go after me i looked back hoping you’d come running but you didn’t you stayed sitting there and let me cry over you why didn’t you try to help me? it was your fault anyway. it doesn’t matter because i’ll be the one apologizing while you make yourself the victim because i was hurt. because i was betrayed because i was in pain because i trusted you you twisted the knife so far into me and i didn’t even get to fight back you always think you can trust the ones that hurt you the most. all i did was love you i didn’t deserve this I didn’t deserve to feel like i don’t matter i care too much about your opinion you could make me up and break me down with one comment maybe it’s because you’re the only one i have left or maybe it’s because you gave me false hope that I’m worth something
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Mar 11, 2019
Mar 11, 2019 at 10:33 PM UTC
hurt
i could wish upon my heart but when your eyes meet mine, nothing else can match the sky
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Feb 1, 2019
Feb 1, 2019 at 10:27 PM UTC
eyes
i want to be in a field of sunflowers and i want to take you with me we can run away at three in the morning; going on adventures that we’ll remember forever we can bring a bottle of ***** and forget about the rest of the world we can watch the moon glide across the sky taking in the presence of the dazzling lights of stars rex orange county can play from the radio while we make the night worth it i want to be in a field of sunflowers and i want to take you with me so that we can see the yellow flowers and feel like we can be happy again so that we can belt out our favorite songs without anyone hearing so that i won’t feel alone anymore i want to be in a field of sunflowers and i want to take you with me because ‘loving is easy’ is relatable in more ways than one because i want to love and be loved back and bringing you on my journey to the field will make that happen they can call us crazy but they should call us sunflower dreamers
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Jan 29, 2019
Jan 29, 2019 at 8:59 PM UTC
sunflower dreamers
If I thought yesterday I would lose you, I would’ve kissed you longer, I would’ve taken in every single detail of you. I thought we would be together forever. That’s what you said when you gave me the ring. Ten years we were together, I guess that means nothing to you. I fall asleep thinking of you, while you fall asleep thinking about someone else. I should be happy for you, but I’m not. No matter what you wanted to do I always said “If you’re happy, I’m happy” but that’s not the case. I guess that’s selfish, but I should’ve been the one walking down that aisle. I should’ve been the one that said ‘I do’. I should’ve been the one that you would kiss under the mistletoe at Christmas. I should've been the one that your family would hate, but you wouldn’t care because you love me anyway. But now… that’s all happening with the person I told you I didn’t like. I told you not to trust them, that they would take you away. You didn’t listen. And NOW look what happened. You left me there. You left me at the snap of a finger. You loved me. You said you loved me every day, and that the only person that you could ever love is me. You obviously didn’t mean that. But I’m over it. You’re happy and that means if i’m not happy I’ll act like I’m happy. For you.
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Jan 28, 2019
Jan 28, 2019 at 11:19 PM UTC
for you
You are my best friend Someone I know will always be there Someone I can tell all of my deepest darkest secrets And know that you won’t tell anyone else Your heart is as pure as water from a mountain spring You wear it on your sleeve for everyone to see You inspire me to be my best Even in my lowest times You support everything I do No matter what it is I trust you with my life And I know you trust me with yours.
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Jan 28, 2019
Jan 28, 2019 at 11:05 PM UTC
mom
I can not remember the last time I was truly happy Every day is like waking up to a monster staring at me I want to scream and cry, but I remember that monsters are not real, And that I am only being over dramatic “Get over it” they say Don’t tell me to get over it That tells me that you don’t care It only makes me so much worse Just because I act does not mean I am able to act happy all the time I put on a smile, but on the inside I am scared I am scared to leave my seat because I think people are talking about me I am scared to talk in class because I think I will say the wrong thing I am scared to go to school because I think I won’t be worth anything in the long run These things I am scared of are only in my head, I know that But my mind is like that sometimes The people that I call my friends are like fire They may seem amazing from far away, but they have the ability to burn me if I get too close And that burn won’t go away, no matter how much I try That burn stains my skin, And the only difference between real and metaphorical fire Is that the scar from real fire can be seen by other people These are the people that make me think they are talking about me These are the people that make me think I am going to say the wrong thing These are the people that make me feel like I am not worth anything But I keep them around because I don’t have anybody else Now you see why I am scared The reason I have trust issues is not because my mom broke a promise one time The reason I have trust issues is because I have been ******* over way too many times It takes everything in me to close my eyes during bonding games because I do not trust other people around me The people that I’ve been around for years, I can not trust because I’m scared I’m scared people will hurt me without me even knowing it I use self-deprecating humor to hide behind the sadness and pain It’s ironic really My loneliness seeps through my pores like chemicals It paints a picture of perfect pain and poor mental health I try, I really try to be positive, but sometimes it makes me hurt even more I know I have friends, but my uncontrollable anxiety and paranoia makes me believe That none of them want to be around me Being lonely is like you’re floating through space Nobody can hear your screaming no matter how loud you are If you look up in the sky on a clear night you can see the very center of the milky way It’s a beautiful mix of yellows, and purples, and blues Almost like a Van Gogh painting 28,000 light years away, but we are still able to see the beautiful mystery on earth And I’m right in the middle of all of it, but you wouldn’t be able to see me No, you wouldn’t want to see me It’s like Saturn’s rings are getting tighter and tighter until I can’t breathe anymore But do you even care? Probably not.
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Jan 28, 2019
Jan 28, 2019 at 11:01 PM UTC
happiness
I can not remember the last time I was truly happy Every day is like waking up to a monster staring at me I want to scream and cry, but I remember that monsters are not real, And that I am only being over dramatic “Get over it” they say Don’t tell me to get over it That tells me that you don’t care It only makes me so much worse Just because I act does not mean I am able to act happy all the time I put on a smile, but on the inside I am scared I am scared to leave my seat because I think people are talking about me I am scared to talk in class because I think I will say the wrong thing I am scared to go to school because I think I won’t be worth anything in the long run These things I am scared of are only in my head, I know that But my mind is like that sometimes The people that I call my friends are like fire They may seem amazing from far away, but they have the ability to burn me if I get too close And that burn won’t go away, no matter how much I try That burn stains my skin, And the only difference between real and metaphorical fire Is that the scar from real fire can be seen by other people These are the people that make me think they are talking about me These are the people that make me think I am going to say the wrong thing These are the people that make me feel like I am not worth anything But I keep them around because I don’t have anybody else Now you see why I am scared The reason I have trust issues is not because my mom broke a promise one time The reason I have trust issues is because I have been ******* over way too many times It takes everything in me to close my eyes during bonding games because I do not trust other people around me The people that I’ve been around for years, I can not trust because I’m scared I’m scared people will hurt me without me even knowing it I use self-deprecating humor to hide behind the sadness and pain It’s ironic really My loneliness seeps through my pores like chemicals It paints a picture of perfect pain and poor mental health I try, I really try to be positive, but sometimes it makes me hurt even more I know I have friends, but my uncontrollable anxiety and paranoia makes me believe That none of them want to be around me Being lonely is like you’re floating through space Nobody can hear your screaming no matter how loud you are If you look up in the sky on a clear night you can see the very center of the milky way It’s a beautiful mix of yellows, and purples, and blues Almost like a Van Gogh painting 28,000 light years away, but we are still able to see the beautiful mystery on earth And I’m right in the middle of all of it, but you wouldn’t be able to see me No, you wouldn’t want to see me It’s like Saturn’s rings are getting tighter and tighter until I can’t breathe anymore But do you even care? Probably not.
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