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Landslide
1. I made him leave because sleeping next to someone that smells differently than you would be a nightmare in itself. 2. I'm more lonely every second you ignore me than I was every year I spent alone 3. I don't know which is worse, the death I've felt since you left or the death I wish I had before you had the chance to leave. 4. How am I supposed to move forward with my life when my future was supposed to be with you? 5. An hour shouldn't feel like a galaxy away. 6. I watched it eat away every beautiful piece of you. 7. You were a volcano and after your irruption I don't know where to begin rebuilding my city.
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Mar 26, 2015
Mar 26, 2015 at 3:30 AM UTC
7 lines from poems I'll never write
have you ever believed in something so blindly so genuinely that the moment you realize it isn't true, something inside you changes forever? i wanna tell you a story, see seldom do i ever go swimming in drinks deep enough to drown in but when i do i speak in tongues about things that none of my memories are allowed to talk about like that christmas at the isthmus where my girlfriend plucked a conch shell whiter than gods teeth out of the sand held it to her ear and stopped time that day she was a shade of blue the could've made the ocean sick see, she loved to play jokes when she held the sea shell to her ear she gasped, called my name and said "i want you to hear this" i said "yeah, right, everybody knows it's just the same old sea" she replied "no. not this one. this one is special. listen. theres music in this one" she handed me the shell like a promise she couldn't keep and i held it to my ear with all the potential of seeing shore after being stranded at sea for years only to hear a tired dirge of silence spill from its emptiness i guess she didn't know how desperately i wanted to hear it too because ever since something inside me snapped now sand pours out of every post card i open i hear seagulls in telephone static sometimes i have dreams where i bury my hands in every beach i've ever been on and exhume this graveyard of noise every time i try to sleep i spit up fishhooks and i guess i'm obsessed but maybe if i hold my ear to enough vacant things then i could have back the time stolen from me since it happened maybe they would get it if they knew what i wanted when i blow out birthday candles maybe they'll find me face down in a wishing well i watch eternal sunshine of the spotless mind every day pretending i can forget too because this sea sickness has followed me for years because yesterday i walked into a music shop and all the pianos broke but the only thing i can think to say is *do you know how bad a memory has to be that you fantasize about forgetting it?*
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Feb 3, 2015
Feb 3, 2015 at 1:40 PM UTC
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have you ever believed in something so blindly so genuinely that the moment you realize it isn't true, something inside you changes forever? i wanna tell you a story, see seldom do i ever go swimming in drinks deep enough to drown in but when i do i speak in tongues about things that none of my memories are allowed to talk about like that christmas at the isthmus where my girlfriend plucked a conch shell whiter than gods teeth out of the sand held it to her ear and stopped time that day she was a shade of blue the could've made the ocean sick see, she loved to play jokes when she held the sea shell to her ear she gasped, called my name and said "i want you to hear this" i said "yeah, right, everybody knows it's just the same old sea" she replied "no. not this one. this one is special. listen. theres music in this one" she handed me the shell like a promise she couldn't keep and i held it to my ear with all the potential of seeing shore after being stranded at sea for years only to hear a tired dirge of silence spill from its emptiness i guess she didn't know how desperately i wanted to hear it too because ever since something inside me snapped now sand pours out of every post card i open i hear seagulls in telephone static sometimes i have dreams where i bury my hands in every beach i've ever been on and exhume this graveyard of noise every time i try to sleep i spit up fishhooks and i guess i'm obsessed but maybe if i hold my ear to enough vacant things then i could have back the time stolen from me since it happened maybe they would get it if they knew what i wanted when i blow out birthday candles maybe they'll find me face down in a wishing well i watch eternal sunshine of the spotless mind every day pretending i can forget too because this sea sickness has followed me for years because yesterday i walked into a music shop and all the pianos broke but the only thing i can think to say is *do you know how bad a memory has to be that you fantasize about forgetting it?*
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You introduced me to parts of myself that depression buried long before I had the chance to meet them.
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Feb 3, 2015
Feb 3, 2015 at 1:39 PM UTC
Nice to meet you
If he calls you pretty Cut him off You are far too exquisite for degrading words such as those If he says he is different Do not return his call Those words light a flame of false hope that burns down every wall you've built up If he does not try to understand Slam the door in his face You have no need for a coward
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Jan 28, 2015
Jan 28, 2015 at 1:25 AM UTC
Scissors
You asked me why I traced the lines on your face, I couldn't bear to tell you that I wanted your skin to burn my fingertips until we met again. I found myself staring while you were sleeping, memorizing your every feature. 
I don’t want to forget even the tiniest freckle. I could paint every square inch of your room with utmost detail. I memorized it while you were dreaming of all the places you'd rather be, and I was awake from the horrors of the nightmare that is your departure. Maybe if I don't forget the view from my side of the bed, I'll be able to close my eyes and still imagine things haven't changed.
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Dec 22, 2014
Dec 22, 2014 at 12:43 AM UTC
Memorization