einldjo - Hello Poetry

we are nothing. there is no we in this world only remnants of nothing created by our thoughts with the help our peers and the substances they bring us. the ashes on the sidewalk the scattered bottles the ripped off wristbands varying in color representing the multiple stops along the way what we were for one moment disappears as quickly as it appeared only existing in our memory we are nothing.

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Jul 17, 2016

Jul 17, 2016 at 10:36 PM UTC

eternity

we are nothing. there is no we in this world only remnants of nothing created by our thoughts with the help our peers and the substances they bring us. the ashes on the sidewalk the scattered bottles the ripped off wristbands varying in color representing the multiple stops along the way what we were for one moment disappears as quickly as it appeared only existing in our memory we are nothing.

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You were the show on Netflix that I knew would end in a cliffhanger because it was cancelled after the first season but I watched it anyway.

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Jul 12, 2016

Jul 12, 2016 at 11:18 PM UTC

Untitled

You were the show on Netflix that I knew would end in a cliffhanger because it was cancelled after the first season but I watched it anyway.

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I was high for you. When I saw you my vision blurred My mind stopped working. The only thing in focus was you Everything else was spinning Like hands on a clock. The words wouldn’t come out but this overwhelming feeling would stay. You were what I would crave in the morning What I needed to sleep at night. Nights seemed so cold and Anywhere seemed better than in bed Not laying next to you My unhealthy addiction I ached without you I couldn’t think straight This was new and now I couldn’t live without it. I was high for you but you weren’t good for me and every high must end To bring you back to reality.

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Jul 12, 2016

Jul 12, 2016 at 11:12 PM UTC

Addiction

I was high for you. When I saw you my vision blurred My mind stopped working. The only thing in focus was you Everything else was spinning Like hands on a clock. The words wouldn’t come out but this overwhelming feeling would stay. You were what I would crave in the morning What I needed to sleep at night. Nights seemed so cold and Anywhere seemed better than in bed Not laying next to you My unhealthy addiction I ached without you I couldn’t think straight This was new and now I couldn’t live without it. I was high for you but you weren’t good for me and every high must end To bring you back to reality.

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You may think you’re his world but really you’re just his hometown and he really likes to travel even though you don’t know that about him.

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Jul 11, 2016

Jul 11, 2016 at 11:37 PM UTC

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You may think you’re his world but really you’re just his hometown and he really likes to travel even though you don’t know that about him.

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It’s 3am and I’m thinking about you. Your golden brown hair is dancing on the edge of the pillow and your laugh is contagious even though you’re laughing at me. It makes your lips curve up into that dangerous smile that you wear so well when you look at me making it impossible to resist you when you move closer. You’re moving towards me and I’m already telling myself how much of a mistake everything is but I can’t turn away because it feels so right. You pull me in and I push away, just once, because then you look at me again with those eyes and pull me in harder removing resistance as an option. I am not upset because I didn’t want to resist anyway, I just wanted to be able to say in the morning that I tried. The lights dim so I can no longer see your lips but I can still feel your presence which makes everything in the moment so perfect. It’s 7am and I’m thinking about you. Tears are running down my face and you’re still here, but not really. In a matter of hours you went from making me feel like the center of your attention to nothing at all, which is what you do best. Those lips of yours used to say so much and hold so many emotions and now they sit silent, emotionless. Instead of moving closer you’re moving away which is what I expect from you but not what I want. I move away too because I know it’s what is expected. And you probably do this to so many girls and you think I am the same way but nights I’m not with you are nights I spend alone when you’re just spending it with a different darkened figure.

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Jul 10, 2016

Jul 10, 2016 at 11:26 PM UTC

you're hurting and he's probably asleep

It’s 3am and I’m thinking about you. Your golden brown hair is dancing on the edge of the pillow and your laugh is contagious even though you’re laughing at me. It makes your lips curve up into that dangerous smile that you wear so well when you look at me making it impossible to resist you when you move closer. You’re moving towards me and I’m already telling myself how much of a mistake everything is but I can’t turn away because it feels so right. You pull me in and I push away, just once, because then you look at me again with those eyes and pull me in harder removing resistance as an option. I am not upset because I didn’t want to resist anyway, I just wanted to be able to say in the morning that I tried. The lights dim so I can no longer see your lips but I can still feel your presence which makes everything in the moment so perfect. It’s 7am and I’m thinking about you. Tears are running down my face and you’re still here, but not really. In a matter of hours you went from making me feel like the center of your attention to nothing at all, which is what you do best. Those lips of yours used to say so much and hold so many emotions and now they sit silent, emotionless. Instead of moving closer you’re moving away which is what I expect from you but not what I want. I move away too because I know it’s what is expected. And you probably do this to so many girls and you think I am the same way but nights I’m not with you are nights I spend alone when you’re just spending it with a different darkened figure.

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We know its not love but we don’t know what love is so we pretend just for the night. We surround ourselves with nothing else but each other. The lights are off just like our feelings and the space around us is emptier than our hearts. This isn’t love but we don’t care we pretend because we don’t know anything else. Just for the night we focus on each other while surrounded by the empty bottles that made us this way. We find ourselves intertwined with each other so we just pretend. When I wake up I know the feeling will be gone and so will you. Loving will turn into heartache and I’ll still be mesmerized by the smell of your Burberry cologne that you wore so well that night. But I don’t care because even if the sensation leaves me when I wake up I know what it felt like even if it was only for the night.

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Jul 10, 2016

Jul 10, 2016 at 11:15 PM UTC

Loving Just to Love

We know its not love but we don’t know what love is so we pretend just for the night. We surround ourselves with nothing else but each other. The lights are off just like our feelings and the space around us is emptier than our hearts. This isn’t love but we don’t care we pretend because we don’t know anything else. Just for the night we focus on each other while surrounded by the empty bottles that made us this way. We find ourselves intertwined with each other so we just pretend. When I wake up I know the feeling will be gone and so will you. Loving will turn into heartache and I’ll still be mesmerized by the smell of your Burberry cologne that you wore so well that night. But I don’t care because even if the sensation leaves me when I wake up I know what it felt like even if it was only for the night.

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