selflessflaws - Hello Poetry

the thing is, you will never move on. you will never forget it. you will never get over it. it will haunt you until you die. it will torment you like a nightmare every time you close your eyes, it will burn you, constantly, over and over again like a thousand bees stinging you all at once. you will never get over it, my dear, i can tell you that. and i cannot promise you that it will get better either. maybe it will. but for most, it never does. so im sorry you were ruined at such a young age, that such a young and innocent life had to be taken so soon, even before you were really gone.

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Jul 25, 2019

Jul 25, 2019 at 3:48 PM UTC

selflessflaws

"the sun will come up, the seasons will change"

the thing is, you will never move on. you will never forget it. you will never get over it. it will haunt you until you die. it will torment you like a nightmare every time you close your eyes, it will burn you, constantly, over and over again like a thousand bees stinging you all at once. you will never get over it, my dear, i can tell you that. and i cannot promise you that it will get better either. maybe it will. but for most, it never does. so im sorry you were ruined at such a young age, that such a young and innocent life had to be taken so soon, even before you were really gone.

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Oh. I think of you so poetically but whenever I see you I just laugh. Did you even deserve my poems? Did you deserve all the romantic thoughts I have of you, Imaginary roses, imaginary smiles? Maybe we don't belong together. Maybe I'm just desperate. The love was so sweet, it makes me sad to see it crumble away Fade away into the wind. Maybe that's the only way I can be free. If I let go. Falling in love, the colours seem so bright. The stars light up the nights. Smiles taste like candy. It's sugary thoughts and love heart music, schoolgirl chills and giggling in the corridors. But maybe all you are is a boy. And all I am is a girl. And maybe we are just people Searching, searching For something we have yet to find Within ourselves. So I will let go I will let it sail into the wind All that poetry, all those thoughts And I will learn to love myself First.

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Oct 13, 2018

Oct 13, 2018 at 2:23 PM UTC

selflessflaws

maybe some people aren't poems.

Oh. I think of you so poetically but whenever I see you I just laugh. Did you even deserve my poems? Did you deserve all the romantic thoughts I have of you, Imaginary roses, imaginary smiles? Maybe we don't belong together. Maybe I'm just desperate. The love was so sweet, it makes me sad to see it crumble away Fade away into the wind. Maybe that's the only way I can be free. If I let go. Falling in love, the colours seem so bright. The stars light up the nights. Smiles taste like candy. It's sugary thoughts and love heart music, schoolgirl chills and giggling in the corridors. But maybe all you are is a boy. And all I am is a girl. And maybe we are just people Searching, searching For something we have yet to find Within ourselves. So I will let go I will let it sail into the wind All that poetry, all those thoughts And I will learn to love myself First.

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this won't last. i know it won't. i guess i never really understood the phrase 'too good to be true'... until i met you. suddenly, you appeared out of nowhere at a time i was weak and broken. and you smiled, and you laughed, and your eyes found mine - and that gave me the courage to pull myself up and start feeling the world again with my bruised hands. suddenly, everything was on fire and it was so sweet and,i loved every last bit of it. suddenly, i started seeing colours in everything: people, footsteps, voices; the sky, my movements, your art. i stayed up late at night inking rich poetry about you - in fact, i still do, and yet, fire is fragile. i don't want us to turn to ash. i want to stay in this warm flame, forever.

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May 27, 2018

May 27, 2018 at 7:25 PM UTC

selflessflaws

fire.

this won't last. i know it won't. i guess i never really understood the phrase 'too good to be true'... until i met you. suddenly, you appeared out of nowhere at a time i was weak and broken. and you smiled, and you laughed, and your eyes found mine - and that gave me the courage to pull myself up and start feeling the world again with my bruised hands. suddenly, everything was on fire and it was so sweet and,i loved every last bit of it. suddenly, i started seeing colours in everything: people, footsteps, voices; the sky, my movements, your art. i stayed up late at night inking rich poetry about you - in fact, i still do, and yet, fire is fragile. i don't want us to turn to ash. i want to stay in this warm flame, forever.

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she spent countless nights composing pieces of poetry about the different ways in which he had completed her. she spent countless nights sitting with a shattered heart, crying and getting intoxicated trying to forget about you, and the memories you once shared with her. a few months later, she's still broken, but she's slowly healing, from all of the damage you'd caused her. it's still a work in progress.

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May 5, 2018

May 5, 2018 at 3:20 PM UTC

selflessflaws

it's still a work in progress.

she spent countless nights composing pieces of poetry about the different ways in which he had completed her. she spent countless nights sitting with a shattered heart, crying and getting intoxicated trying to forget about you, and the memories you once shared with her. a few months later, she's still broken, but she's slowly healing, from all of the damage you'd caused her. it's still a work in progress.

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love. it's so... powerful. maybe that's why we're so afraid of it. it's what makes us lift a car for a trapped baby and create blooming symphonies and spend our nights crying over a bleeding poetry journal. because it pulls on every fibre in our bones and attaches us to the blaze of the sunrise sky and the hands of another person and knowing, with all the strength in our very pure souls, that we'll shift continents and break rocks and shatter glaciers just for that one person for nothing in return. that is the power of love and it can consume you entirely. but you'll adore and crave every second of it.

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Apr 29, 2018

Apr 29, 2018 at 4:51 AM UTC

selflessflaws

the power of love.

love. it's so... powerful. maybe that's why we're so afraid of it. it's what makes us lift a car for a trapped baby and create blooming symphonies and spend our nights crying over a bleeding poetry journal. because it pulls on every fibre in our bones and attaches us to the blaze of the sunrise sky and the hands of another person and knowing, with all the strength in our very pure souls, that we'll shift continents and break rocks and shatter glaciers just for that one person for nothing in return. that is the power of love and it can consume you entirely. but you'll adore and crave every second of it.

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now you're a memory, desperately trying to be forgotten. the sad truth is that memories don't just 'fade away'. I'm not sure if I'll be able to get you out of my head and the memories we once shared. God, I loved you so much.

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Apr 6, 2018

Apr 6, 2018 at 5:47 PM UTC

selflessflaws

the powers of retention.

now you're a memory, desperately trying to be forgotten. the sad truth is that memories don't just 'fade away'. I'm not sure if I'll be able to get you out of my head and the memories we once shared. God, I loved you so much.

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I need to see you, so I can work everything out. its just like one of those "solve for x" math equations, where I need the unknowns to figure everything out. you seem happy. you're smiling and I'm wondering, what kind of people wander into your mind? is it her? she's the beautiful, radiant one, with skin like silk and a voice like sunshine with the moon in her eyes. is it them? those people with plants sprouting from their veins, their souls so pure, like they grow from the earth itself. is it me? the ordinary girl. the girl with hair of gold but a mind so broken that you only see the pieces if you open your eyes wide enough.

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Apr 4, 2018

Apr 4, 2018 at 1:58 PM UTC

selflessflaws

how long will this last?

I need to see you, so I can work everything out. its just like one of those "solve for x" math equations, where I need the unknowns to figure everything out. you seem happy. you're smiling and I'm wondering, what kind of people wander into your mind? is it her? she's the beautiful, radiant one, with skin like silk and a voice like sunshine with the moon in her eyes. is it them? those people with plants sprouting from their veins, their souls so pure, like they grow from the earth itself. is it me? the ordinary girl. the girl with hair of gold but a mind so broken that you only see the pieces if you open your eyes wide enough.

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she found tranquillity in listening to melancholic music because of the lyrics and melodies that eased her desolation.

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Apr 1, 2018

Apr 1, 2018 at 6:46 PM UTC

selflessflaws

convalescence.

she found tranquillity in listening to melancholic music because of the lyrics and melodies that eased her desolation.

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