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beckyscrivens
Our forever will live on in the fact that I will never forget you. - B.S
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Nov 8, 2019
Nov 8, 2019 at 6:30 AM UTC
Forever
nowhere left to hide nowhere left to run and the stitches holding my mask together have started to become undone
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Nov 13, 2018
Nov 13, 2018 at 6:10 AM UTC
hidden
i will ask, don't come to me if what you hope to find is a little bit of sanity and a bit of peace of mind
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Nov 13, 2018
Nov 13, 2018 at 6:09 AM UTC
not me
I still see it. To this day its still there. Every part of me you touched, spoke about, hated. Is red. You left it on me. To look at everyday. To try and hide from others. To make me feel like I deserve the least. Because look at me. I am covered in red. And the only ones who fall for people covered in red. Are ones that can add their own shade to me.
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May 25, 2018
May 25, 2018 at 11:29 AM UTC
Red
when a poet falls in love with you you can never die they will notice the way you rub your palms and look down when someone is angry at you and the way you smirk as you pull away from a kiss they will notice how you can't sleep without your body touching someone else's how you never crease any pages of books and how you close your eyes when you dance in your kitchen with your record player on they will find all of the words that they see you as and turn them into something beautiful people say you die twice once when you stop breathing and when someone says your name for the last time if you fall in love with a poet they will never stop mentioning your name you will be alive for eternity
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May 25, 2018
May 25, 2018 at 11:19 AM UTC
fall in love with a poet
Did you really think a rose like me with thorns like mine would not cut you whilst you held me i was an empty adolescent stem filled with nothing but hope and time and it was you that pulled these thorns out of me to fill me with constant loneliness you made it so i pushed people away with my thorns but you were the one that put them there so now above all the damage are red petals that fall with every thorn you touch as you uncover and cut yourself on me the beauty dies and all that's left is pain
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May 25, 2018
May 25, 2018 at 11:17 AM UTC
Thorns