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speakingsorrow
speakingsorrow
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i still see her dead in the grave i dug in a forest i wasn't allowed to find made to kneel for men of strength made to kneel for men like you and i am told that when i smile i give hope to other people so why can't i find a way to give it to myself why is it, when left here all alone i do my best to push the good out for the bad to make room for all the pain like i am back there all again like i wasn't made for healing but the truth is that i'm ripping sutures out just to keep myself here, bleeding making sorrow for myself how selfish have i been to say that this was more than i can take when i have already moved away when i am free from all the pain that kept making me this way how selfish i have been to say that i would've rather traded places like the creature in my brain that he placed there for his reign is somehow worse than the grave i found comfort in my suffering like it somehow defined me or refined me like there was happiness in death or there were freedom in its grip and not the endless night
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Jun 29, 2020
Jun 29, 2020 at 2:51 PM UTC
making sorrow for myself
i tell myself i do not miss you. i have to tell myself something, otherwise you're telling it to me from the corners of my mind. and maybe its a lie not maybe, i know it is one day i'd like to know whose words are coming from my mouth the endless question are they my words or yours still haunts me every single night and in a way i'm afraid that if your words don't come out i'll have lost my last connection to you and then who am i?
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Jun 29, 2020
Jun 29, 2020 at 2:24 PM UTC
i do not miss you
I always knew We’d be fine When we’d scream And we’d fight And if that’s the case What am I doing out here Sailing as far away as I can From you?
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Aug 10, 2016
Aug 10, 2016 at 1:41 PM UTC
I Really Thought That You Loved Me
I always knew What a star You’d eventually Turn into. With a face like Aphrodite’s And thoughts Like the moon.
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Aug 10, 2016
Aug 10, 2016 at 1:33 PM UTC
Can’t You See That I Never Loved You?
I always knew I was wrong Before you knew That you were right Can’t you see You never loved me Not like you thought That you did?
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Aug 10, 2016
Aug 10, 2016 at 1:33 PM UTC
What Makes You Think I Was Special?
I always knew I’d never amount To half of what you Thought that I was Or perhaps What you thought That I could be.
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Aug 10, 2016
Aug 10, 2016 at 1:32 PM UTC
Never Enough
And the glass in the window frame Starts to shake Violently Letting the sound of the storm That was forming in the darkened sky Be known All but silently. I tried to leave But by then it was too late. Your beauty: The lightning, Your gaze: The thunder that follows. I fell in love with a storm. And it tore me apart.
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Aug 8, 2016
Aug 8, 2016 at 6:48 AM UTC
Storms As Lovers Pt. 1
Children, forgive me I did not mean to take away The man you grew up calling father. I know what it’s like to lose a Captain. But don’t you know, This man killed your father Years ago. I was just returning the favor.
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Aug 8, 2016
Aug 8, 2016 at 6:48 AM UTC
To Lose A Captain
I replay that moment Every night in my head Try and find out Where it all went wrong But why? I remember you staring off the balcony Looking out at the ocean And I’d tell you Someday we’d sail the seven seas together I remember each morning We’d share that cup of coffee And I’d roll tobacco And tell another joke And you would smile And tell me you loved me In your own little way. In a way that no one else had done And you had me fooled. I believed you actually meant it. You may have meant it then, But you didn’t always mean it. And I held you close. Asked you if you loved me or him. And you said me. And you fooled me again. I told you I loved you. I meant it then, And I will always mean it. Remember that, The next time you see me.
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Aug 8, 2016
Aug 8, 2016 at 6:43 AM UTC
The Thief And The Murderer Pt.1
I slammed my fist Through the cheap, hollow door. You’ve left me broken, I hope your children know That you killed a man, So that you wouldn’t feel bad About breaking a home. When you saw her, Did you look at her hand? Realize what you’ve done. Did it mean nothing, the gold band? You swore you’d always be here. You swore you’d always be mine I’m trying to survive. You swore. But You lied.
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Aug 8, 2016
Aug 8, 2016 at 6:43 AM UTC
Always