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oceangoinglove
oceangoinglove
i am awake
you are the sunlight to my days as i am the moonlight to your nights when two souls are meant to be, they trail each other for eternity, keeping constant balance; harmony
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Jul 28, 2015
Jul 28, 2015 at 6:53 PM UTC
Untitled
someone asked me, "what would you do if he came back, and he said he loved you?" in a moment, my heart became heavy and eyes became sad because i don't know what i'd do except tell you, i love you too
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Feb 15, 2014
Feb 15, 2014 at 1:51 AM UTC
i don't know
now i'm in some other boy's clothes, and i smell like him too. it makes me queazy when he tells me he misses me while i'm missing you.
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Feb 8, 2014
Feb 8, 2014 at 3:43 AM UTC
him him
i cried for you, i screamed your name and prayed that my love reached you. please tell me, you felt it too.
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Feb 8, 2014
Feb 8, 2014 at 3:41 AM UTC
untitled no. 2
you're very much like the cigarette burns on my skin in time, you too will fade leaving scars little reminders, of how you caused such a stinging pain
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Feb 8, 2014
Feb 8, 2014 at 3:37 AM UTC
cigarette burnt skin
once you go my heart will grow cold and i'll become bitter because you let me wither
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Jan 20, 2014
Jan 20, 2014 at 5:58 AM UTC
like a plant
this time it was bad
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Dec 12, 2013
Dec 12, 2013 at 11:59 PM UTC
a poem in 5 words
beat me, bruise me, tease me, make me beg for more. gag me, throw me, make me bleed. whip me, bite me, make me scream. bend me, bind me, make me sore. or hold me, kiss me, and never let me go. rock me, touch me, like you want to know more. trace me, praise me, leave your mark with me. smother me, drug me, eat me whole because you love me so.
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Dec 12, 2013
Dec 12, 2013 at 1:29 AM UTC
sadistic angel
i never knew my bones could ache, until i met him. i haven't eaten in three days and my ribs are poking my stomach and hips are sticking out. my touch is faint and my head is pounding. my knees are boney and they clack together as they tremble. my lips are dry and scabbed from picking at them, missing his. im cold and empty, i can't sleep. we're not in love, but god, could we be.
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Dec 12, 2013
Dec 12, 2013 at 12:13 AM UTC
untitled no. 1