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cassidy-1
cassidy-1
American sometimes I write to express my feelings just like every other fucked up teenager / every poem begins with a lump in the throat.
they describe betrayal as a knife in your back so why does it feel like it's going straight through my heart?
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Jan 25, 2014
Jan 25, 2014 at 1:37 PM UTC
betrayal
time heals wounds but I have run out of time and out of luck because these wounds are not fading and you have hurt me more than my body can repair.
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Dec 28, 2013
Dec 28, 2013 at 6:09 PM UTC
time
I don't exist anymore I'm a shadow within your eyes. I am only black dust and oil on the ground and dead insects on the windshield.
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Dec 28, 2013
Dec 28, 2013 at 5:53 PM UTC
sweet, sweet suicide
find me on the dark side of the moon, in the neglected spaces of your decaying soul, and in the cracks of your fractured bones.
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Dec 26, 2013
Dec 26, 2013 at 11:26 PM UTC
wandering
let yourself in through my open wounds I'll shelter your crooked frame and I'll nurture your crumbling heart
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Dec 26, 2013
Dec 26, 2013 at 9:38 PM UTC
cracked bones
I’ve been dreaming about you lately. sometimes they're daydreams about you and I living together in a small house with kids of our own, learning how to live a full life. happy. I'm finally happy, clean. no more cuts, no more burns. no more thoughts of ending it all.   some dreams are strange; dreams of you slitting your own throat, telling me you want to die. I can’t stop you because I understand your pain; a wanting to feel nothing. and I just let you cut deeper, watching blood escape your broken veins.   some dreams are terrifying; dreams of you driving to my house in the middle of the night, your reckless driving causing you to crash. hours later, as we're all searching for you, I find your body, cold and weary, lying on the street. no last words, no goodbye kiss.   but there's one dream in particular, the scariest of them all. no blood, no guts, no death; we haven't seen each other in awhile, so things get heated pretty fast. we're alone. hugs turn to kisses and kisses turn to touches and needless to say, clothes come off. you're bewildered by what you see: cuts everywhere. my arms and thighs are laced in rows of red. new wounds, old scars, everywhere. I've hid them from you for so long. and you told me you were an understanding guy, but you've never seen me so vulnerable, so weak. all walls have been broken down. things don't go well from here on out. speechless, you don’t say a word, but you don't need words to express your disgust, I can see it in your eyes. who wants to love a sad girl? *who wants to **** a freak?* the hardest part is watching the pain flicker in your eyes. "I'm better, I promise." you never believed it, but you wanted to. you wanted to have a normal girlfriend, believe me, I know.   although there's nothing gory about the dream, it's scary as hell. it could happen. one day you could see my scars and you could run. just like everyone else. please don’t be like them. please.
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Dec 25, 2013
Dec 25, 2013 at 11:32 PM UTC
dreamer.
I’ve been dreaming about you lately. sometimes they're daydreams about you and I living together in a small house with kids of our own, learning how to live a full life. happy. I'm finally happy, clean. no more cuts, no more burns. no more thoughts of ending it all.   some dreams are strange; dreams of you slitting your own throat, telling me you want to die. I can’t stop you because I understand your pain; a wanting to feel nothing. and I just let you cut deeper, watching blood escape your broken veins.   some dreams are terrifying; dreams of you driving to my house in the middle of the night, your reckless driving causing you to crash. hours later, as we're all searching for you, I find your body, cold and weary, lying on the street. no last words, no goodbye kiss.   but there's one dream in particular, the scariest of them all. no blood, no guts, no death; we haven't seen each other in awhile, so things get heated pretty fast. we're alone. hugs turn to kisses and kisses turn to touches and needless to say, clothes come off. you're bewildered by what you see: cuts everywhere. my arms and thighs are laced in rows of red. new wounds, old scars, everywhere. I've hid them from you for so long. and you told me you were an understanding guy, but you've never seen me so vulnerable, so weak. all walls have been broken down. things don't go well from here on out. speechless, you don’t say a word, but you don't need words to express your disgust, I can see it in your eyes. who wants to love a sad girl? *who wants to **** a freak?* the hardest part is watching the pain flicker in your eyes. "I'm better, I promise." you never believed it, but you wanted to. you wanted to have a normal girlfriend, believe me, I know.   although there's nothing gory about the dream, it's scary as hell. it could happen. one day you could see my scars and you could run. just like everyone else. please don’t be like them. please.
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every night I try to dream of happy things- things like being with you. but those dreams haunt me, for they will never come true.
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Jun 28, 2013
Jun 28, 2013 at 2:37 PM UTC
haunting.
how do you bleach someone from your brain because I can't stand the thought of you anymore.
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Jun 26, 2013
Jun 26, 2013 at 12:10 AM UTC
******
loving someone like you is so hard because you and I both know that you deserve so much better than me but for some reason, you've decided to stick around and try to understand me enough to put my broken pieces back together
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Jun 25, 2013
Jun 25, 2013 at 8:54 PM UTC
jigsaw puzzle
it's 12:31 and there's nothing I crave more than daisies in my hair, a coffee in my hand, and you.
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Jun 25, 2013
Jun 25, 2013 at 12:32 AM UTC
12:31