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baylee
baylee
"Because of this, the young man or woman writing today has forgotten the problems of the human heart in conflict with itself which alone can make good writing because only that is worth writing about, worth the agony and the sweat." -William Faulkner
There will never be enough chemistry Between the two hearts that lie on top of one another Beating fast, breathing faster. Eyes closed in the dark. We were searching for something deep Something beautiful or complicated I was searching for a spark. I wanted the feeling of feeling again That’s why I lay here naked Intertwined with you in the sheets, Fan on, lights off, Listening to our hearts beat. But it’s morning now My bed is empty and your side is made up. I can’t remember if you were even here Or if it was all just a dream A dream of *** no passion, And not enough chemistry.
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Feb 26, 2019
Feb 26, 2019 at 3:54 AM UTC
Chemistry
Do you ever get that feeling, You know the one I mean, The one you can’t describe Not even in your wildest dreams. It kind of feels like drowning While simultaneously watching yourself drown, But there’s nothing you can do, Just watch your body slowly sink down. Or maybe it feels like... Your stomach is full of lead, Your knees are constantly buckling And a baseball bat to the head. Do you ever get that feeling, You know the one I’m talking about, When your breathing is shallow And you’re full of self-doubt. The constant storm of thoughts That seem to take over your brain, Overthinking every moment Until it drives you insane. Or the feeling you get When your friend confides in you, And tells you how There’s nothing you can do. Because the deed has been done, And she’s trying to move on, But you can’t simply forgive An act that’s so wrong. Do you ever get that feeling? You know the one I mean, The one that eats you alive And makes you want to scream.
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Jun 7, 2018
Jun 7, 2018 at 3:29 AM UTC
That Feeling
We can be taught How to read and write And cook meals And ride a bike; We can be taught Simple things Like running, swimming, And going high on the swings; But no one can teach us How to love and cope Or mend a broken heart, Or hold onto hope. And no one tells us How it will feel When you're in love, In love for real! Or how to handle A lying cheat Whose poisonous words Are full of deceit. Or what to do When your heart is full And the one you love Has your heart strings to pull. Or when you're in their grasp Running on their track, With love in you're heart But they will never love you back. Because the thing about love Is that it's followed by pain, And when you're in love with the wrong person It will drive you insane.
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Sep 12, 2017
Sep 12, 2017 at 1:15 AM UTC
We Can't be Taught
The first day that I met you My heart was pounding in my chest But it could have been because I ran there, to the Starbucks On the Ave The one you used to work at But maybe it wasn't because I was In such a rush It could have been the coffee I've heard that can increase your Heart rate Or maybe both of these are wrong You see, I was born with a slight Arrhythmia Which messes with the way my heart beats But maybe it was my hearts way of saying This one is the one There's no way of knowing But ever since that day I've been smitten; Scheduling my whole day around Getting to see you And I even remember the first time I rode in your car Because You were worried about me But it became a regular thing You drove me home on the nights You worked a close And each and every time I fell more and more And you started to feel like home Because home is not a place But a feeling in the heart, And maybe it was my arrhythmia But I've felt it since the start And then you up and left You moved so far away But you needed to be with your family I just wish you could've stayed So I guess I had to visit Because I was craving you so much You see, you're like a drug to me, You're my ****** My crutch Because I wouldn't make it Through every day life Without your voice to hold onto And our conversations replaying Over and over In my painseeking mind Play it through Then rewind Again and again I reminisce you And every time we're together it's like The world stops And as we lay together You tell me "I can hear your heart beating are you okay?" And maybe you heard The arrhythmia Which is why you were concerned But my heart pounds in my chest Like the timpani in an orchestra And every third beat is half the length of the others, But that's just the arrhythmia
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Feb 7, 2017
Feb 7, 2017 at 10:52 PM UTC
Arrhythmia
The first day that I met you My heart was pounding in my chest But it could have been because I ran there, to the Starbucks On the Ave The one you used to work at But maybe it wasn't because I was In such a rush It could have been the coffee I've heard that can increase your Heart rate Or maybe both of these are wrong You see, I was born with a slight Arrhythmia Which messes with the way my heart beats But maybe it was my hearts way of saying This one is the one There's no way of knowing But ever since that day I've been smitten; Scheduling my whole day around Getting to see you And I even remember the first time I rode in your car Because You were worried about me But it became a regular thing You drove me home on the nights You worked a close And each and every time I fell more and more And you started to feel like home Because home is not a place But a feeling in the heart, And maybe it was my arrhythmia But I've felt it since the start And then you up and left You moved so far away But you needed to be with your family I just wish you could've stayed So I guess I had to visit Because I was craving you so much You see, you're like a drug to me, You're my ****** My crutch Because I wouldn't make it Through every day life Without your voice to hold onto And our conversations replaying Over and over In my painseeking mind Play it through Then rewind Again and again I reminisce you And every time we're together it's like The world stops And as we lay together You tell me "I can hear your heart beating are you okay?" And maybe you heard The arrhythmia Which is why you were concerned But my heart pounds in my chest Like the timpani in an orchestra And every third beat is half the length of the others, But that's just the arrhythmia
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Confined to the four walls of my room, Lost without you, Locked away in my self made tomb. Crying into my pillow Til its tear stained on both sides, Knowing that that was our last goodbye. I miss you. There is nothing left to do but Reminisce you, And I intend to. You were my ****** And when I was down, You were my heroine. But now that well is dry, So I drown my sorrows in ***** And all I do is cry. I don't know why you left me, But it makes sense; I'm depressing, you see. But it's okay because I have a lot of time alone, To think of where I first went wrong. But you're all I seem to want, You're all I ever think of, And your presence haunts my thoughts.
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Jan 25, 2017
Jan 25, 2017 at 12:52 AM UTC
Reminisce You
Nothing could have prepared me For the way you make me feel, The way you look at me, The way you smell, It's all so real. Or is it surreal? I haven't figured it out, Because every time we're together My heart races in my chest, Pounding on the walls of my rib cage, Beating faster and faster, Let me out
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Jan 24, 2017
Jan 24, 2017 at 12:26 AM UTC
Obstructed Thoughts
It was your average heartbreak, Except it wasn't really all that average, And only one heart broke, But can a broken heart break again? Because if not, then there really Wasn't any bloodshed... It was complicated you see, Because I loved her and she loved me, But she didn't think it was right Or meant to be, Or something along the lines of We shouldn't be a "we". But that's not all, that story is plain, You see, now we're long distance, Five and a half hours via plane. Not only that, but no one knew, They didn't know about me or you And certainly not us two. But I was in love and I gave you Everything that I could afford. I gave you my soul, my love, And bought gifts til I was poor, But it wasn't enough To keep you on board, So you left. And when you left, I became severely depressed. I locked myself in my room, Taking pills around the clock Smothering myself in a hazy gloom. I stopped eating because I could, People told me to get help, But should I? I should. But I didn't Because the only opinion that mattered Had up and left me on the floor, Tears streaming down my face As you walked out of my front door. You walked out on me that day, And you've never come back since, We were going to live life like a fairy tale, Two princesses, no prince. But now I lay here, On a bed made for two, And only one side gets slept on. If we meet a genie and get three wishes, I only want one thing, To move on.
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Nov 26, 2016
Nov 26, 2016 at 10:31 PM UTC
To Move On
Like that old sweater In the back of your closet, You know the one I'm talking about; It was your favorite, You wore it all the time, And it may not fit right anymore, But you can't get rid of it, Well, because it was your favorite For all these years, There are so many memories Tied to that sweater. And maybe not all of them are happy, Or make you smile when you wear it, But it hold the secrets and scars of your past, So you have to keep it, naturally. But every time you take that sweater From the back of your closet to see If it matches your outfit, And you decide, Maybe not today, You see the faded color, You see the memories, And you know, just like your sweater, You're wearing thin.
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Aug 19, 2016
Aug 19, 2016 at 2:40 PM UTC
Worn Thin
I never learned how to swim, And now I'm drowning in my thoughts. My ears are full of water, My side is cramping up. The goggles you gave me are foggy And my lungs are shriveling up. I feel the water in my brain, Swirling around my thoughts. One moment I think you love me, The next, you love me not. And maybe if I learned to swim, Maybe things would've worked out. But I guess we'll never know, My mind is now full of doubt. But even great swimmers Sometimes need help. That's why there's lifeguards at the Olympics Alongside Michael Phelps. But I never learned how to swim, And I'm drowning in my own thoughts. But you said you would teach me, It's too late, I'm seeing dark spots. So let me sink to the bottom of the pool, Where swimmings not important anyhow.
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Aug 18, 2016
Aug 18, 2016 at 10:56 PM UTC
Swim
For my birthday You got me A razor blade Necklace.
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Aug 18, 2016
Aug 18, 2016 at 10:40 PM UTC
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