taylor-jarratt - Hello Poetry

I'll forget how good it felt to have you around. I'll forget the sound of your laugh. I'll forget how your hair felt between my fingers. I'll forget the way my hand fit in yours. I'll forget how your lips felt pressed against mine. I'll forget the ways you've always hugged me. I'll forget how passionate you get about music. I'll forget the way your fingers feel tracing my skin. I'll forget all of it. I don't want to, but I will. Hopefully I'll forget all the hate you feel towards me.

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Nov 10, 2015

Nov 10, 2015 at 7:24 AM UTC

Soon I'll Forget

I'll forget how good it felt to have you around. I'll forget the sound of your laugh. I'll forget how your hair felt between my fingers. I'll forget the way my hand fit in yours. I'll forget how your lips felt pressed against mine. I'll forget the ways you've always hugged me. I'll forget how passionate you get about music. I'll forget the way your fingers feel tracing my skin. I'll forget all of it. I don't want to, but I will. Hopefully I'll forget all the hate you feel towards me.

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I've let myself go to the part of no return. I can't pour my coffee without spilling it all over the floor. Too weak to hold the cup I collapse screaming, "god ******* ****** i can't do this anymore!"

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Nov 8, 2015

Nov 8, 2015 at 9:02 AM UTC

Untitled

I've let myself go to the part of no return. I can't pour my coffee without spilling it all over the floor. Too weak to hold the cup I collapse screaming, "god ******* ****** i can't do this anymore!"

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You fell in love with me My body full of sadness What am I without it?

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Sep 22, 2015

Sep 22, 2015 at 12:32 PM UTC

Sudden Realization

You fell in love with me My body full of sadness What am I without it?

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There's something satisfying about screaming into a bathtub of water. To crouch over and just scream. Your voice gets muffled into tiny airfilled bubbles. You can feel your rage and sadness surround the sides of your face. And to just lift your head out of the tub and allow the warm water to trickle down your face, is almost overwhelming. As if it never actually happened.

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Jul 24, 2015

Jul 24, 2015 at 5:46 PM UTC

Untitled

There's something satisfying about screaming into a bathtub of water. To crouch over and just scream. Your voice gets muffled into tiny airfilled bubbles. You can feel your rage and sadness surround the sides of your face. And to just lift your head out of the tub and allow the warm water to trickle down your face, is almost overwhelming. As if it never actually happened.

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