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sarah-elizabeth
25/F/American lawyer by day, wannabe-writer by night
It’s been another year of loving you of hating you and trying to forgive you.
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Apr 26, 2019
Apr 26, 2019 at 11:27 PM UTC
It’s been a year
I've hated you for a lot of things over the years, but for few things as much as this.  I hate you for making me say goodbye to you, again. You must not understand how hard it was for me to say goodbye the first time.
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May 7, 2018
May 7, 2018 at 9:00 PM UTC
Goodbye, again
For a long time, I hated you. I hated you for not loving me like I loved you. I hated you for making me stand by and watch you with her. I hated you. Then I let you go. I let you go because I needed to move on. I let you go because I didn't like who I was when I was with you. I let you go because I couldn't take it anymore. Then you came back. I still hate you. I hate you for being selfish. I hate you for making me question how much I have changed since you left. I hate you for making me miss you again. I'm waiting to be indifferent.
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May 7, 2018
May 7, 2018 at 8:58 PM UTC
Indifferent
I would do anything for you, and I always thought that you would do the same for me. But now, I'm not so sure. I'm full of doubt. I'm terrified. Terrified of losing the person that's the most important to me. I want to run, like I used to. But I'm in too deep. I am all in. I opened myself completely to you. You've seen parts of me that no one ever has. And you brought out the best in me. I don't know what changed, but I want it to go back to the way it was.
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Oct 18, 2014
Oct 18, 2014 at 2:21 PM UTC
The way it was
I told you that I was broken That I didn't do this often That I didn't believe in love. But I loved you with an incredible love It was a once in a lifetime love A love I never wanted to give up. I wish I could take back those words The beginning of the end And just go back to the way it were. I feel broken again The urge to run returns And I'm afraid you won't chase me.
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Oct 18, 2014
Oct 18, 2014 at 2:17 PM UTC
More than love
37 seconds that's all it took before I hung up the phone that's all it took for me to see that you didn't care at least not like you used to so much silence normally our silence is comfortable and filled with love normally our silence breaks with laughter but not this time we said that we were ok we said that we were gonna be fine so how then does everything feel so broken
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Oct 18, 2014
Oct 18, 2014 at 10:58 AM UTC
broken
There is something so poetic and humbling about an old man playing with hot wheels cars to pass the time, to forget about growing old, to forget that he forgets everyone around him, even those that used to be everything. It's peaceful and innocent, and child-like.
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Aug 23, 2014
Aug 23, 2014 at 6:17 PM UTC
The end.
I always had to remind myself You were with her. You chose her. I went with you to get the ring. And how inappropriate That I be there With you To pick a ring For her. I told myself I wouldn't Not anymore I couldn't. My heart couldn't take it. Yet over and over I did. And now I think of her. And you. And your son. Her son. Your family. And then there's me.
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Mar 23, 2014
Mar 23, 2014 at 8:42 PM UTC
Her
I feel For once, I really feel I feel love And life And like everything makes sense I want you I need you But I'm afraid to admit I hang on I'm holding tight To that last piece of me The ultimate vulnerability Those three words I can't say Though it doesn't mean that I don't I will that you know That I feel for you Things I thought not possible Open and warm and alive Instead of dead and cold Closed to the world I want so badly to say I love you But I can't I'm still me
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Mar 23, 2014
Mar 23, 2014 at 8:31 PM UTC
Things never change
In just one breath You speak words I thought I'd never hear Just one breath One drunken breath Those three little words that should mean the most You might not remember saying them But you did, and I did too And everyday I cling to those words Those intoxicating words As I start to question, like I always do I replay those words over in my head As we grow further and further apart As we start to avoid saying those words again It makes me wonder If we ever meant them And I write I furiously scribble words on paper Words of emotion, frustration, and anger Anger with you Anger with myself The words I write, they liberate They make me feel The written word creates a world of emotion That spoken word never could I live vicariously on pen and paper As I sit cold, And silent Hanging on those last words.
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Feb 6, 2014
Feb 6, 2014 at 5:38 PM UTC
Drunk on Words