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longlivekc
longlivekc
Just trying to find my place in this rather large world
I wonder if he thinks about me the way I think about him I wonder if it was hard for him to leave me like it was hard for me to let him go Does he stop what he's doing when our song starts playing or does he simply skips it onto the next? Does he lie awake at 2am wondering what could have been? How long did take for him to switch my nickname in his contacts to my first and last name? How long did it take for him to tell his friends? I ask all these questions but never get any answers. I get a phone call. It's two in the morning. His nickname pops up and our song is playing as the ringtone. My friends don't know. & I'm constantly thinking about him. I pick up. He's drunk. And I hear another girl's voice in the background.
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Aug 19, 2016
Aug 19, 2016 at 10:32 PM UTC
because moving on wasn't easy.
*your side of the bed lies unmade wallet and keys lie scrambled on the coffee table your ***** clothes lie scattered on the floor your anxiety medicine bottle lies on your side stand your scent graces the air while on the table lies an ashtray over powering it dishes needing to clean lie in the kitchen sink empty whiskey bottles lie on the kitchen counter but one thing lies missing,* you.
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Sep 5, 2015
Sep 5, 2015 at 8:30 PM UTC
Lie
He's changed. You've changed. Everything is changing. Your first love isn't always the last one But it will leave you with a numbing pain inside you You'll cover the pain with someone else To the point you don't even realize it's even there But you'll remember the night you cried your eyes out in the shower as the hot water pelted against your skin and when you got in your room, all you wanted to do was scratch the paint off your walls because they held the memories of every kiss, touch, and conversation between you and him But it will change Because that's what happened in the first place You changed. He changed. It's different, and it will still be different ten years from now but the pain won't be.
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Apr 5, 2015
Apr 5, 2015 at 10:08 PM UTC
Change
I have nervous break downs at just the mere thought of you oh how I ponder why that can be You're complex, all the way down to your mix matched socks The smell of you is like no other it's not comfortable nor is it worthy to be romanticized You smell like cigarettes and ******* hair dye Your brown eyes are better than love-sappy blue eyes which makes me want to write how a caramel set of eyes are better than clear oceans because it would be for all of the wrong reasons Your letter doesn't do any justification to the anger in me I can't romanticize you because suicide isn't love it's not a trend it's a deadly thing but I ponder if it's a deadly thing why do I find myself still writing about you? Poems are just as romanticize as suicide is but yet here's a thing about both
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Dec 21, 2014
Dec 21, 2014 at 10:03 PM UTC
Romanticize
I'm shameless because I expose every little experience I have on a piece of paper I have dreams of maybe one day being alright and not having to settle with just being 'fine'. My hand aches just as much as my heart does; working too much, or too fast The qualities I have are like no other because I'm indeed a writer
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Dec 17, 2014
Dec 17, 2014 at 4:26 PM UTC
A Writer
I swear he cares about me or at least for me in the most little sense possible but it's good enough I swear his golden heart loves me or at least hopefully He keeps a lot of names in that heart of his Maybe my name has a tiny space in it but it's good enough I swear the lyrics he writes are about me or at least I'm the background girl who tries and fails to be the main chorus but it's good enough for me I swear I'm in love with him but he doesn't show his feelings like he used to It's good enough for me because I know what it was like to be the good in his life but now, there's another girl in my shoes and it's good enough for me because at least he's happy
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Dec 16, 2014
Dec 16, 2014 at 7:07 PM UTC
It's Good Enough
3 rare things that are at your doorsteps Love; People love you. Even if it may not seem like it. But you my friend, need to love yourself before you love anyone else. Fall in love with living and you'll have the key to everything Happiness; Enjoy the little things. Enjoy watching the sun rise with your cup of coffee Enjoy the cool crisp sheets of your bed after a long day Enjoy a stranger's smile Enjoy handwritten smiles Enjoy yourself Beauty; Life is beauty. Beauty is life. Don't focus on the big picture, notice the things inside of you Notice the butterflies in your stomach, don't ignore them Notice your unwanted dimple and the dark freckles in your eyes Notice your warm smile and know that someone enjoys it, and looks forward to seeing it You are unique You have beauty You are beauty
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Dec 14, 2014
Dec 14, 2014 at 7:35 PM UTC
Love, Happiness, & Beauty
Clattering of paws on the hardwood floors I'll never forget the sound Your big brown adorable eyes I'll never forget the beauty Your sloppy wet kisses all over my cheek I'll never forget the love Before I knew my ABC's you were there for me & tonight we were by your side just like you were for us for all this time as you ran towards the light I knew it was right You'll forever be my dearest greatest friend
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Dec 9, 2014
Dec 9, 2014 at 8:47 PM UTC
10 years of friendship
There's an angel in your dreams but it's not me There's a girl who's wearing your shirt off her back and has the pleasure to wake up next to you She will make you coffee the way you hate it and will end up taking your cologne You'll write songs about her hating yourself at night thinking why and how did you end up this way The one song you treasure the most about this mess is the one that is filled with lies and doesn't resemble her at all Because it's me who you've been writing about all along And you'll text me late at night when you're feeling lonely Know that I won't respond because this is my song telling you that I'm saying goodbye
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Dec 8, 2014
Dec 8, 2014 at 11:57 PM UTC
To the one I hate the most, but love the most
Fall in love with living before you give anyone your all There will be days where your hair won't be the way you want it and that's okay You're going to have nights where you will scream into your pillow sobbing why me, why me, and that's okay Perhaps you will come home, and realize you're in love with someone with the same gender as you and that's okay You're going to make mistakes and make bad decisions and you'll learn from them, and that's okay There will be nights where studying will take a toll on you and that's okay You're going to make it You're going to do just fine in this world You're going to be okay
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Dec 6, 2014
Dec 6, 2014 at 8:05 PM UTC
To My Future Child, whoever you may be