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julianatlw
julianatlw
When was it never about a boy?
It's been 2 years, has it not? It's like inhaling dust From all that haze Except that haze is gone And the pain remains My lungs are on fire I feel something - or someone Slicing, gnawing at them Or rubbing salt - I can't really tell I was promised (I told myself) It would get better But it didn't and Now I'm in bed wide awake Spooked by the memories we made People act like it and pretend that they care But saying "It's gonna be okay" Isn't exactly fair When actions speak louder than words Because in the dim light of my phone Those words were my distraction Words were my relief and Words are all I have I want this to be over I want to forget But these memories are etched
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Oct 31, 2015
Oct 31, 2015 at 3:22 PM UTC
Scars.
Just like how the sun creeps through my window at dawn Unnoticed; slowly but surely, that's how you'll come to me A gradual warmth that surrounds me, only to scorch me with the heat of your passion *There is a boy And he will be all I ever wanted* Fingers intertwined as we lay in a bed of white sheets My head on your chest, rising and falling in a rhythm of unison Our hearts beat steadily, dancing to each other's tune Knowing that you are mine as much as I am yours *There is a boy And he is all I ever wanted* A ribcage now hollow - entangled with thorns and heavily guarded by battered metal and shards of glass You are gone - silent as the wind that passes by; a temporary bliss that I have come to know, love and crave You are the addiction that ruins my soul - the very reason why good girls like me go bad *There is a boy And he was all I ever wanted*
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Nov 21, 2014
Nov 21, 2014 at 1:51 PM UTC
Boy.
It'd be nice if you could stay a while But I know that with time you'll leave Nevertheless your company makes me smile And that's all you'll ever need to give.
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Nov 6, 2014
Nov 6, 2014 at 3:37 AM UTC
Leave.
I'm not very strong, so to speak I'm merely a girl refusing to sound weak Often condescending; narcissism in full glory But every action taken was never without a story What is it, you might ask, do pray tell If curious is what you are, then very well I shall I am seasoned, scarred, battered and bruised Torn, tattered and worn out from use This you know, you've been there before One too many times we've walked out the door We both have wounds, you and I I've grown tired and my tears have run dry This won't work, I've heard them all say But never you mind, I'll be okay A fighter now, a pushover before I gotta be strong before I lose even more A chanced encounter, that's what you are Could he be different? I wondered from afar Conversations over coffee, what a great start! But I've grown accustomed to guarding my heart It's not that I don't trust, nor that I don't care My past has hurt me and my mama said beware Risks have been taken, perhaps a little too much So please understand as to why I am such Despite all that, you've got me thinking Things could be better, if only I kept believing Because I've grown fond of our playful banter The time is mine, and that's all that matters
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Oct 31, 2014
Oct 31, 2014 at 4:17 AM UTC
Fickle.
I do not want to be a perfume-tinged person of your past, tainted with chemicals and compounds whose names I do not know Neither do I want to be just another girl you used to love I wish to be the scent of a thousand freshly picked flowers, staining your mind with my vibrant colours To you, I wish to be your sweetest serendipity - the most exquisite delicacy your lips have ever tasted I wish to be to you, what you are to me.
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Oct 4, 2014
Oct 4, 2014 at 12:22 PM UTC
Wishes.
It goes like this. One fine summer's day. Across the classroom, there you stood. We grew close. Days turned into weeks and weeks into months. Who knew how much you'd mean to me in such a short span of time? Not a moment went by without laughter and happiness. For once, everything felt right; natural and as easy as breathing. Could this be it? But here comes the plot twist. Out of the blue, it all stops. You were no longer there. Neither there to greet me at the start of a new day nor end my nights with peace and tranquility. It's been so hard - missing you and what we used to be; hoping that one day, things could go back to the way they were. But what were we? You were my universe but I was just your friend; caught up in this grey area that stirs up a storm in my mind. That's the cue, though. It's time to say goodbye. *Silly girl, you know better. You saw it coming. People come and go. The people who matter will leave, and there's nothing you can do to change that. And like all of the boys you've met before, he'll be gone too. Now, you know that it isn't entirely your fault. It's not that you're flawed. It's not that she's better either. But sometimes, the one you want is never going be the one you get to have. Sometimes, it's just not meant to be. Be a little kinder to yourself and spare yourself of the thoughts that you're not good enough. A boy does not define your self-worth; him leaving does not make you worth any less. Remember not lose yourself in all this sadness. Because you won't be sad forever. You'll be okay. You are okay.*
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Sep 19, 2014
Sep 19, 2014 at 2:02 PM UTC
Note to self.
It goes like this. One fine summer's day. Across the classroom, there you stood. We grew close. Days turned into weeks and weeks into months. Who knew how much you'd mean to me in such a short span of time? Not a moment went by without laughter and happiness. For once, everything felt right; natural and as easy as breathing. Could this be it? But here comes the plot twist. Out of the blue, it all stops. You were no longer there. Neither there to greet me at the start of a new day nor end my nights with peace and tranquility. It's been so hard - missing you and what we used to be; hoping that one day, things could go back to the way they were. But what were we? You were my universe but I was just your friend; caught up in this grey area that stirs up a storm in my mind. That's the cue, though. It's time to say goodbye. *Silly girl, you know better. You saw it coming. People come and go. The people who matter will leave, and there's nothing you can do to change that. And like all of the boys you've met before, he'll be gone too. Now, you know that it isn't entirely your fault. It's not that you're flawed. It's not that she's better either. But sometimes, the one you want is never going be the one you get to have. Sometimes, it's just not meant to be. Be a little kinder to yourself and spare yourself of the thoughts that you're not good enough. A boy does not define your self-worth; him leaving does not make you worth any less. Remember not lose yourself in all this sadness. Because you won't be sad forever. You'll be okay. You are okay.*
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Maybe You were temporary You'd leave me just the same Maybe I could be happy But my stupidity is to blame Maybe It's been too long And I was a little lonely Maybe It was that song Reminding me of you only Maybe Just like me You needed a little company Maybe Together, we'd feel A little less solitary Maybe It wasn't love I was well aware Maybe I had hoped so much To think that you'd care Maybe I knew the answer For they were all the same Maybe I was not wanted And to you I was just a game
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Sep 17, 2014
Sep 17, 2014 at 3:11 PM UTC
Maybe.
You are My reason for not sleeping 'til 3 in the morning The cup of coffee I need to get my day running The dark shadows etched into my skin, underneath my eyes Every hue possible in the blue skies The scent on your clothes that I keep The very same lullaby that soothes me to sleep The smile playing at the corner of my lips The tingles I get, when I feel your fingertips A spark ignited within my heart The sadness I feel whenever we are apart The heat on my eyelids underneath the scorching sun The destination when you ask me where I'd run The ink that flows out onto my paper The source of my inspiration; the only thing I remember.
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Jul 10, 2014
Jul 10, 2014 at 6:37 AM UTC
Everything.
Take me with you, where the wildflowers grow. Let's travel to where the sun sets; somewhere only we know. To escape the pain, the bitterness of reality. To indulge in freedom, and the sweet serenity.
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Jul 9, 2014
Jul 9, 2014 at 2:01 PM UTC
Wanderlust.
To fall in love is to allow yourself to fall into a deep, dark hole. You don't know what awaits you at the bottom. You could get hurt on your way down - scraping yourself against the walls; getting bruises and cuts on your body, hands and feet. There's the possibility of dying from the impact; landing on jagged rocks after what feels like an infinity of waiting in pitch black darkness. Or you find yourself free-falling, enjoying every bit of your journey down. You might land on soft fluffy cotton. Better yet, a bed of roses - without the thorns. And for once, you'd thank yourself for being so reckless when you couldn't see what was coming. And right now, here I am before the gamble - the entrance of that hole. I feel myself tipping towards it, but I fear what awaits at the end. That's the thing about you - it's always one extreme or the other; there is no in between. I either survive, or I don't. And you know what? You're still that risk I'm willing to take.
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Jul 9, 2014
Jul 9, 2014 at 1:52 PM UTC
A gamble.