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m2c83
16/F
There are some days where I really reminisce on us. Our past is something that is undeniably confusing since it is obvious that you didn't truly emphasize what the significant pain you have caused. There are words that describe you. Manipulative, controlling, insane, they all are synonyms of your first name. You destroyed me.
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Jan 11, 2019
Jan 11, 2019 at 1:44 PM UTC
broken
Who may have known what would become of us? We smile as if there is nothing left on Earth. There were fits of lingering gazes, Gazes that broke down the walls I've built around my heart. I reminisce about you The emptiness and fullness that sits in me after you're gone The intense happiness you bring me The brightness in your eyes The sweetness of your smile And while I sit here wondering about you I hope you are thinking about me too
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May 24, 2018
May 24, 2018 at 9:35 AM UTC
Light
Why did you do this? Honestly, I trusted you Of all things you could have done I never expected this. When I caught you, you acted like I was dumb. "Macie, it's nothing." I remember when I had to tell her. I remember looking into her eyes and telling the most beautiful person in the world that her husband had broken her trust. I had to break her heart for her. You have no clue how much that hurt. I had to look into her large chocolate colored eyes and tell her the words you laced around the other girl. Do you know how that made me feel? I remember when I went out to dinner with her because she wanted to be as far from you as she could be. I remember her not touching her food and holding back the tears. She decided to color because she needed something else to focus on. With every ounce of pain she was collecting in the biggest heart I have ever known, she told me "I can't believe he did this to us." She is humble enough to say that you didn't just mess things up for her. I didn't talk to you that night or the following day The second night, you came into my room and apologized As if you deserved my forgiveness. Your words didn't just wrap around the other girl They wrapped around me. How do I trust my dad when he not only broke her heart but he destroyed mine? No one knows how much you destroyed except for me. Only 17 years old and somehow I'm holding our house Not just with my words, but with my hands. People always said I had mom's hands. They're chubby, but my fingers are just like hers. They have the power to hold my mom the way she held me after every time you yelled at me. That means a lot. The fact that this wasn't the first time makes me hate you, Dad. I wish I could not hate you, Dad. I wish you could just get up and leave, Dad. Please try to fix everything, Dad. I wish you would realize we don't want you, Dad. I need you, Dad. I can't believe you did this. How could you. You didn't just cheat on your wife of 18 years who gives you everything. She was the best thing that has ever happened to you. She's beautiful, sassy, outspoken, and unbelievably in love with you. You cheated on your 24 year old daughter. She was the best thing that came from your first divorce. She was the only thing about your life that wasn't a nightmare. You also cheated on her husband, and your two grandchildren. The little boy being the most outgoing, sweet, honest boy. Only 3 years old, yet he is brilliant and the center of the universe to you. There's also the little girl. She is the most beautiful face on the planet. She adores everyone and everything. Especially you, Grandpa. You cheated on your 17 year old daughter, who is everything you wouldn't want. Outspoken, gives empowerment to those who need it, feels everyone is an equal, that drives you insane, doesn't it, Dad? I remember when you were mad about me telling you I had a date, this was a couple of months ago. I had to wait until I was 16 to date.  I stand up for what I believe in. I say whats on my mind. I fight for what I want. You try to break me down and respect you, but you lose my respect every single day. Yet you know I adore you. You know how much I desire a relationship. You cheated on the twins. Two 8 year old children who you adopted. Remember? They endured neglect, pain, having their mother give them up after she couldn't be clean. You accepted and loved them. Look at your life. Everything you have. Why would you throw it away for someone who isn't worth half of what Mom is worth?
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Apr 25, 2018
Apr 25, 2018 at 12:57 PM UTC
To My Father
Why did you do this? Honestly, I trusted you Of all things you could have done I never expected this. When I caught you, you acted like I was dumb. "Macie, it's nothing." I remember when I had to tell her. I remember looking into her eyes and telling the most beautiful person in the world that her husband had broken her trust. I had to break her heart for her. You have no clue how much that hurt. I had to look into her large chocolate colored eyes and tell her the words you laced around the other girl. Do you know how that made me feel? I remember when I went out to dinner with her because she wanted to be as far from you as she could be. I remember her not touching her food and holding back the tears. She decided to color because she needed something else to focus on. With every ounce of pain she was collecting in the biggest heart I have ever known, she told me "I can't believe he did this to us." She is humble enough to say that you didn't just mess things up for her. I didn't talk to you that night or the following day The second night, you came into my room and apologized As if you deserved my forgiveness. Your words didn't just wrap around the other girl They wrapped around me. How do I trust my dad when he not only broke her heart but he destroyed mine? No one knows how much you destroyed except for me. Only 17 years old and somehow I'm holding our house Not just with my words, but with my hands. People always said I had mom's hands. They're chubby, but my fingers are just like hers. They have the power to hold my mom the way she held me after every time you yelled at me. That means a lot. The fact that this wasn't the first time makes me hate you, Dad. I wish I could not hate you, Dad. I wish you could just get up and leave, Dad. Please try to fix everything, Dad. I wish you would realize we don't want you, Dad. I need you, Dad. I can't believe you did this. How could you. You didn't just cheat on your wife of 18 years who gives you everything. She was the best thing that has ever happened to you. She's beautiful, sassy, outspoken, and unbelievably in love with you. You cheated on your 24 year old daughter. She was the best thing that came from your first divorce. She was the only thing about your life that wasn't a nightmare. You also cheated on her husband, and your two grandchildren. The little boy being the most outgoing, sweet, honest boy. Only 3 years old, yet he is brilliant and the center of the universe to you. There's also the little girl. She is the most beautiful face on the planet. She adores everyone and everything. Especially you, Grandpa. You cheated on your 17 year old daughter, who is everything you wouldn't want. Outspoken, gives empowerment to those who need it, feels everyone is an equal, that drives you insane, doesn't it, Dad? I remember when you were mad about me telling you I had a date, this was a couple of months ago. I had to wait until I was 16 to date.  I stand up for what I believe in. I say whats on my mind. I fight for what I want. You try to break me down and respect you, but you lose my respect every single day. Yet you know I adore you. You know how much I desire a relationship. You cheated on the twins. Two 8 year old children who you adopted. Remember? They endured neglect, pain, having their mother give them up after she couldn't be clean. You accepted and loved them. Look at your life. Everything you have. Why would you throw it away for someone who isn't worth half of what Mom is worth?
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I am driving and it hits me. No, literally, it hits me I’m driving and I slam into the back of another car When I get out to access the damage, It looks like nothing has even scratched it Until I get in and the right side blinker is going double its normal speed. I guess this is the lesson where I learn That not all broken things are visible from the outside But, I drive the car anyway I tell people the broken blinker is just a “bad habit” Tell them that it wasn’t that bad anyway Tell them that I still love the car Why would I get the blinker fixed if I still love the car? But - I am so tired of making only left hand turns What do I do if I try to get it fixed And they ask what happened? Do I tell them that my headlights weren’t the only things made of glass? Do I tell them that loving you was like a magic trick? Being sawed in half, over and over Until I felt knives instead of hands when you held me? Until I tasted someone else when I kissed you? You were always such a good magician. Always so good at disappearing Always so good at being in two places at once Being in my arms and his bed Always so good at letting your assistant drown in this tank of water And then The show ends And when the curtain falls, and the audience is sitting there, silent And there’s no more applause for your stupid escape act No more for you manipulating your way through these stupid handcuffs They will ask how you did it How the magician escaped without a single scratch But I will not reveal the magician’s secrets. Instead, I will smile. I will tell them that you are like a postcard Dated yesterday, marked “see you later” How do you break up with a ****** message when you’ve already fallen in love with the view? How do you leave someone when you can’t unlearn how to see their perfect postcard picture? And then, again, I’m driving On my way home from the grocery store and I’m avoiding using my broken blinker And I’m turning left, and left, and left And three lefts dont make a right doesn’t mean that three wrongs do make a right Or four, or five, Did you tell him you loved him? And I wait for a note For an “I’m sorry” For anything Except you’re just sitting there And staring Did you mean it? Did you mean it And I drive by your house And around the whole town You are there In my steering wheel, In my broken blinker, And underneath my tires I have not forgotten how to love you yet But **** it. I’m trying. This is your best magic trick yet. The way this noose still looks like a necklace and I wait. And I come up from under the water And you are not there. And I am cold And gasping Breathless But To me, This is the kindest thing you have ever done.
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Apr 19, 2018
Apr 19, 2018 at 9:51 AM UTC
The Driver Blinks (And Then It’s Over) by Jillian Bowe
I am driving and it hits me. No, literally, it hits me I’m driving and I slam into the back of another car When I get out to access the damage, It looks like nothing has even scratched it Until I get in and the right side blinker is going double its normal speed. I guess this is the lesson where I learn That not all broken things are visible from the outside But, I drive the car anyway I tell people the broken blinker is just a “bad habit” Tell them that it wasn’t that bad anyway Tell them that I still love the car Why would I get the blinker fixed if I still love the car? But - I am so tired of making only left hand turns What do I do if I try to get it fixed And they ask what happened? Do I tell them that my headlights weren’t the only things made of glass? Do I tell them that loving you was like a magic trick? Being sawed in half, over and over Until I felt knives instead of hands when you held me? Until I tasted someone else when I kissed you? You were always such a good magician. Always so good at disappearing Always so good at being in two places at once Being in my arms and his bed Always so good at letting your assistant drown in this tank of water And then The show ends And when the curtain falls, and the audience is sitting there, silent And there’s no more applause for your stupid escape act No more for you manipulating your way through these stupid handcuffs They will ask how you did it How the magician escaped without a single scratch But I will not reveal the magician’s secrets. Instead, I will smile. I will tell them that you are like a postcard Dated yesterday, marked “see you later” How do you break up with a ****** message when you’ve already fallen in love with the view? How do you leave someone when you can’t unlearn how to see their perfect postcard picture? And then, again, I’m driving On my way home from the grocery store and I’m avoiding using my broken blinker And I’m turning left, and left, and left And three lefts dont make a right doesn’t mean that three wrongs do make a right Or four, or five, Did you tell him you loved him? And I wait for a note For an “I’m sorry” For anything Except you’re just sitting there And staring Did you mean it? Did you mean it And I drive by your house And around the whole town You are there In my steering wheel, In my broken blinker, And underneath my tires I have not forgotten how to love you yet But **** it. I’m trying. This is your best magic trick yet. The way this noose still looks like a necklace and I wait. And I come up from under the water And you are not there. And I am cold And gasping Breathless But To me, This is the kindest thing you have ever done.
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You silenced us Ruined my trust No longer on your mind But you're still on mine Why did you ruin this Why did you let us kiss
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Apr 3, 2018
Apr 3, 2018 at 9:34 AM UTC
still
I can't sleep Everytime I remember your words They snap and recoil And hurt me awake Next time when someone Promises me forever I'll just smile Look them in the eyes and ask How long is forever to you.
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Apr 3, 2018
Apr 3, 2018 at 9:34 AM UTC
Forever to you
my heart nearly stopped every time i had to cross the street so let’s thank the queen for writing it down before she’s just another thing i have to step over all the rest have tickled my feet so far and everything under construction reminds me that these days the only remedy seems to be better luck and more cloud cover i’ve been racing to crash on the couch just to wake up to see if i have time for it all and i want the stereotype to be true so i have nothing to cry about   with the way things are going you’d tell me not to be so brutal to myself but the thrill i used to know is now paying its dues to the concrete i was almost convinced i wasn’t asleep when she whispered paris nothing, everything may have changed so this is not like anything i’ve never meant: my heart nearly stopped with the regret of not talking to you it's hard killing birds when you don't have any stones and besides this time i think i've really done it two days and this is already my favorite story but second chances don't have to be so mysterious maybe i just wanted to see you smile again i should have said it w/o one of and the s after the L still choosing o over x and your pull showed my hands a home in the back of your denim two across the channel makes the significant not so, if you want it i’ll keep looking for you so long as you don’t stop drawing me maps if i died in my indecision then your mouth showed me heaven you’re the closest thing to purpose i’ve ever tasted i wish you knew how much i mean that
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Apr 3, 2018
Apr 3, 2018 at 9:34 AM UTC
i fell in love with a girl in london and i'd do it all over just to see her smile at me again
my heart nearly stopped every time i had to cross the street so let’s thank the queen for writing it down before she’s just another thing i have to step over all the rest have tickled my feet so far and everything under construction reminds me that these days the only remedy seems to be better luck and more cloud cover i’ve been racing to crash on the couch just to wake up to see if i have time for it all and i want the stereotype to be true so i have nothing to cry about   with the way things are going you’d tell me not to be so brutal to myself but the thrill i used to know is now paying its dues to the concrete i was almost convinced i wasn’t asleep when she whispered paris nothing, everything may have changed so this is not like anything i’ve never meant: my heart nearly stopped with the regret of not talking to you it's hard killing birds when you don't have any stones and besides this time i think i've really done it two days and this is already my favorite story but second chances don't have to be so mysterious maybe i just wanted to see you smile again i should have said it w/o one of and the s after the L still choosing o over x and your pull showed my hands a home in the back of your denim two across the channel makes the significant not so, if you want it i’ll keep looking for you so long as you don’t stop drawing me maps if i died in my indecision then your mouth showed me heaven you’re the closest thing to purpose i’ve ever tasted i wish you knew how much i mean that
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feels like putting my hand on something sharp kinda day invincible temporary, of course fight the system on a february dawn where the lamp's lambent spheres bob in and out of existence as the sunshine overcomes their presence first kiss with you, like hands dancing in the fires trying to stay warm in the winter light an ogre of a dream, a curse to be this shadow compared to the glow of an angel like you
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Apr 3, 2018
Apr 3, 2018 at 9:34 AM UTC
first kiss
You burnt me You've given me bruises You've hurt me So much it hurts to walk You've strained me so much I needed medical help But I guess the best things in life hurt you the most Food burns you Exercise strains you Sport bruise you Shoes blister you
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Mar 16, 2018
Mar 16, 2018 at 9:21 AM UTC
Best things hurt you