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just a place to put my thoughts into words.
He’s always been afraid. She was always petrified. They both always craved control, They were similar in that way, We all are. You know, Something I‘ve been meaning to tell you is that The devil isn’t red and he doesn't have horns. He’s got brown eyes and a charming smile. He won’t lead you to do evil things, And he won’t make your life hell. No, He will make you do that yourself. His role? He’s there to comfort you, Bring you in, Hold you close, He will tell you that he can save you, Only him. “Without him, you’re nothing.” You’re worthless, he’s made you believe it. “You’re lucky to have him.” He’s a parasite. He will say anything to make you stay. He’s afraid. And another thing, She isn’t all scars and sad poems. There are stars hidden in her lungs That she whispers into sweet poetry Hoping that one line, just one, will be enough. She won’t write you into stanzas, She won’t be your muse. No, You’ve been poetry this whole time. Her role? She’s there to make art, To feel every emotion Deeper than the bottles she drinks to make them go away. She will write, She will turn him into midnight poems And cries to be set free From all of this. “Darling, the moon doesn't shine for you.” She understands this and he won't accept it. “You’re the only poem I know how to write.” She’s a poet. She will do anything to make him stay. She’s petrified. He tore her down and bruised her soul, And she turned him into art. The world might not remember how she felt, But they will read her poems and know, The devil isn’t red and he doesn't have horns. He’s got brown eyes and a charming smile. And She isn’t all scars and sad poems. There were stars hidden in her lungs That she whispered into sweet poetry. He was afraid, And she was petrified, We all are.
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Apr 9, 2015
Apr 9, 2015 at 3:43 PM UTC
Roles.
He’s always been afraid. She was always petrified. They both always craved control, They were similar in that way, We all are. You know, Something I‘ve been meaning to tell you is that The devil isn’t red and he doesn't have horns. He’s got brown eyes and a charming smile. He won’t lead you to do evil things, And he won’t make your life hell. No, He will make you do that yourself. His role? He’s there to comfort you, Bring you in, Hold you close, He will tell you that he can save you, Only him. “Without him, you’re nothing.” You’re worthless, he’s made you believe it. “You’re lucky to have him.” He’s a parasite. He will say anything to make you stay. He’s afraid. And another thing, She isn’t all scars and sad poems. There are stars hidden in her lungs That she whispers into sweet poetry Hoping that one line, just one, will be enough. She won’t write you into stanzas, She won’t be your muse. No, You’ve been poetry this whole time. Her role? She’s there to make art, To feel every emotion Deeper than the bottles she drinks to make them go away. She will write, She will turn him into midnight poems And cries to be set free From all of this. “Darling, the moon doesn't shine for you.” She understands this and he won't accept it. “You’re the only poem I know how to write.” She’s a poet. She will do anything to make him stay. She’s petrified. He tore her down and bruised her soul, And she turned him into art. The world might not remember how she felt, But they will read her poems and know, The devil isn’t red and he doesn't have horns. He’s got brown eyes and a charming smile. And She isn’t all scars and sad poems. There were stars hidden in her lungs That she whispered into sweet poetry. He was afraid, And she was petrified, We all are.
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crashing. falling. dangerously fatal my feelings come in the form of tides within a hurricane drowning you and drowning myself I'm sorry i suffocated you whirlwind. disastrous. dangerously fatal my thoughts tear through my head in the form of a tornado spinning me dizzy and destroying you I'm sorry I left you trapped quaking. collapsing. dangerously fatal my world trembles in the form of an earthquake violently leaving me crashing down to the ground I'm sorry I held on to you
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Mar 26, 2015
Mar 26, 2015 at 12:40 AM UTC
natural
lost deep in only the 1am thoughts that echo entirely filling every dream and fantasy I long to feel within these dark hours of the night. my mind a crowded hall with no escape, for every turn is a dangerous bump into unfamiliar evil faces. a downtroddened smile to only remind me of deep desires that shall never perish nor be obtained but only be fulfilled to reach a level of contentness. for in these 1am thoughts not all is evil but the side of life that never haunts also never demands to be felt as I am only content. but maybe one day these 1am thoughts will demand to feel the dainty sense of happiness that I will soon learn does not bloom from only you.
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Mar 23, 2015
Mar 23, 2015 at 10:26 PM UTC
1am
society has destroyed the true meaning of happiness. a false happiness in a crestfallen world pain and sorrow a beauty gold chains and dollar bills a key to satisfaction I wonder if they know true happiness is found when your eyes are locked on mine and the sense of safety within your devilish grin with your fingers tracing your initials on my back.
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Mar 23, 2015
Mar 23, 2015 at 10:19 PM UTC
Untitled
I don't need something as temporary as "boyfriend" I just want us to be together. I want the thoughts to disperse and leave us alone together in the most simple way possible. I don't dream of my name written all over your body but if someone were to chase you, you would let them down easy because you're caught up in me. I should have never let myself indulge in the pathetic idea of "us" wanting it so badly the physical pain is breathtaking and unbearable. I want you and the treacherous pain you bring. I want you so much it hurts to confess how infatuated with you I have become. the thought of you is embedded in my heart. who you are, flaws and all have become my needs and wants. but I will remain falsely yours until you feel the same heart-wrenching things I feel for you.
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Mar 23, 2015
Mar 23, 2015 at 10:17 PM UTC
falsely yours
absent-mindely hating you yet I yearn to be yours. deep desires to hold your darkest secrets. I long for this fatal attraction to be put to rest and buried six feet under. but instead I feel myself digging my own grave every time I look into the Galaxy found within the enigmatic blue of your benevolent eyes. society has robbed us of the meaning of happiness. but when I'm enveloped in your arms I forget to breathe and feel myself getting closer to heaven. I'd love to hate you. and I would to stop daydreaming of a silly fantasy of us and who we could be together. but I'm slowly dying questioning if it's love. "find what you love and let it **** you" I'm letting you **** me but this can't be love
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Mar 23, 2015
Mar 23, 2015 at 10:13 PM UTC
Untitled
I can't shake you you haven't even given me reasond to attach my heart to yours but still I chase you you can't feel anything but I feel enough for the both of us I'm on a road less traveled with no correct way to go but I'm hoping it will lead to you
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Mar 23, 2015
Mar 23, 2015 at 10:09 PM UTC
Untitled
understand that sometimes I just really don't feel like feeling anything and its everything that comes along I wish my senses would play dead play me mute on the side of a busy road with no person to care sometimes I'm too much for my own self to remotely stand
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Mar 23, 2015
Mar 23, 2015 at 10:06 PM UTC
Untitled
it was midnight when I met you dark and lonely you were my summer day the only reason I made it out alive I'm sorry for never being enough I'm sorry I pushed you as far as I could just know you saved me from myself
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Mar 23, 2015
Mar 23, 2015 at 10:00 PM UTC
Untitled
a thunderstorm big enough to make you drown and even like a house of cards weak against it all a group of clouds you could try to figure out and a dandelion you want to take home before the seeds blow away.
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Mar 23, 2015
Mar 23, 2015 at 9:58 PM UTC
things to treat me like