tyler-durden - Hello Poetry

Why do I feel this way if it wasn’t meant to be more? Why is there a connection if you just decide to leave after a week? Remember kissing on the floor? Laughing with your tongue in your cheek? Did you meet someone new? I guess good taste in music isn’t enough to fall in love. I really thought it might work this time between me and you.

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Feb 6, 2020

Feb 6, 2020 at 12:43 AM UTC

i haven’t felt this bad in awhile

Why do I feel this way if it wasn’t meant to be more? Why is there a connection if you just decide to leave after a week? Remember kissing on the floor? Laughing with your tongue in your cheek? Did you meet someone new? I guess good taste in music isn’t enough to fall in love. I really thought it might work this time between me and you.

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Hey, do you remember how the honeysuckle tasted in December? Spring and winter. I still think about those words that you whisper , My hair, in your fingers Hey, Are you home right now? I know it’s late but I know somehow We could Run in the backyard, Laughing as we sit on your trampoline Stay with me until we both fall asleep Dream of tomorrow, unaware of how it comes so quickly Hey, do you remember? How the honeysuckle tasted in December?

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Jan 30, 2020

Jan 30, 2020 at 3:54 PM UTC

Southern Melancholy

Hey, do you remember how the honeysuckle tasted in December? Spring and winter. I still think about those words that you whisper , My hair, in your fingers Hey, Are you home right now? I know it’s late but I know somehow We could Run in the backyard, Laughing as we sit on your trampoline Stay with me until we both fall asleep Dream of tomorrow, unaware of how it comes so quickly Hey, do you remember? How the honeysuckle tasted in December?

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starry eyed, oh, girl I catch my breath, to look at you summer kissed, winter dream Adrift, In your colors, peaches and cream starry eyes snowy nights slow drives your hands in mine you’ve never felt so right

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Jan 11, 2020

Jan 11, 2020 at 3:35 AM UTC

you taste like summer

starry eyed, oh, girl I catch my breath, to look at you summer kissed, winter dream Adrift, In your colors, peaches and cream starry eyes snowy nights slow drives your hands in mine you’ve never felt so right

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Slow breaths on my neck Have never felt so familiar A hallway of mirrors I’ve seen her before like relapsing on the floor I wanted to write your something lovely but I’m so scared of this lack of apathy

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Dec 18, 2019

Dec 18, 2019 at 2:38 AM UTC

feel something

Slow breaths on my neck Have never felt so familiar A hallway of mirrors I’ve seen her before like relapsing on the floor I wanted to write your something lovely but I’m so scared of this lack of apathy

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I wrote notes in my favorite book for you But you moved away, one day in June You waited for me to say goodbye I could only recall that this was both happy and sad but maybe that’s fine? I drove to see you and oh how you’ve missed home The solace in your eye the monochrome gaze They’ve all changed Our friends, your home, the difference in the cold The cover was torn my from favorite book I still read those lines and think of you oh how I’ve told you so many times that I’ve loved you

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Dec 8, 2019

Dec 8, 2019 at 1:40 AM UTC

Do you know?

I wrote notes in my favorite book for you But you moved away, one day in June You waited for me to say goodbye I could only recall that this was both happy and sad but maybe that’s fine? I drove to see you and oh how you’ve missed home The solace in your eye the monochrome gaze They’ve all changed Our friends, your home, the difference in the cold The cover was torn my from favorite book I still read those lines and think of you oh how I’ve told you so many times that I’ve loved you

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i take another sip of lies you fed me like the salinity filling my lungs But your lies they taste good Like the whispers in my ears All the doubts and the fears It felt like years I still think about it A constant cycle of empty promises Like saltwater in my lungs But I keep coming back for more Replenish and regret I try to forget You, brunette Oxygen debt Deficient of you I need more Like saltwater in my lungs

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Nov 28, 2019

Nov 28, 2019 at 1:02 AM UTC

Dehydration

i take another sip of lies you fed me like the salinity filling my lungs But your lies they taste good Like the whispers in my ears All the doubts and the fears It felt like years I still think about it A constant cycle of empty promises Like saltwater in my lungs But I keep coming back for more Replenish and regret I try to forget You, brunette Oxygen debt Deficient of you I need more Like saltwater in my lungs

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I found your earrings on my window sill I’m not sure how long they’ve been there or If you know they’re missing I’m too scared to move them So I just pretend not to see She found your earrings on my window sill I didn’t know what to say It’s been months and I can’t even utter your name Still you lie on the window sill Winter came and found your earrings by the window Cold and harsh That’s what I loved about you I wonder what you loved about me Did you love these earrings? Do you think of them Do you think of me?

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Nov 12, 2019

Nov 12, 2019 at 2:42 AM UTC

helix

I found your earrings on my window sill I’m not sure how long they’ve been there or If you know they’re missing I’m too scared to move them So I just pretend not to see She found your earrings on my window sill I didn’t know what to say It’s been months and I can’t even utter your name Still you lie on the window sill Winter came and found your earrings by the window Cold and harsh That’s what I loved about you I wonder what you loved about me Did you love these earrings? Do you think of them Do you think of me?

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Use me I want to feel your hurt Keep digging for me for more pain I need it like you need those needles in your skin Let the ink bleed from your pores Into the darkness we breathe the last breaths of this game we count by months and years i told you I don’t need your here but why did you listen to me

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Nov 11, 2019

Nov 11, 2019 at 5:12 PM UTC

shade

Use me I want to feel your hurt Keep digging for me for more pain I need it like you need those needles in your skin Let the ink bleed from your pores Into the darkness we breathe the last breaths of this game we count by months and years i told you I don’t need your here but why did you listen to me

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Light leaks and paranoia The only colors in the frame Contrast and blood clairvoyant now only a waiting game The only colors in the frame You remind me of the weight I shed Those winter nights begging you to come back You look a lot like someone I knew in bed Pitch black Pitch black Light leaks and paranoia You call out my name Now it’s all the same You don’t hate me you love me but I took it all away

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Nov 11, 2019

Nov 11, 2019 at 5:08 PM UTC

November

Light leaks and paranoia The only colors in the frame Contrast and blood clairvoyant now only a waiting game The only colors in the frame You remind me of the weight I shed Those winter nights begging you to come back You look a lot like someone I knew in bed Pitch black Pitch black Light leaks and paranoia You call out my name Now it’s all the same You don’t hate me you love me but I took it all away

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Maybe we were never in love but I remember those moments, that were something more. I hadn’t felt it before yet it seemed natural to feel this way about her. The way she spoke of you with others, in no way unhealthy, yet possessive in the sense of pride and support. To the subtle differences of her voice when you were alone, the guard that is let down. The person you thought you knew, is there but much deeper. They seem to make more sense now, the things you don’t know but hope to know one day. I still think we can love each other, even if we aren’t defined by traditional standards. Besides, we have to. There comes a point when it all is too much. You’ve come too far to just stop, the fire might not be there but love is more than that. There comes hard times, times when it is over. But that is still your person. Things continue on, out of the sake of something else, whether conscious or not. We continue. We live through these moments to reach something. Some innate desire to finish what we started, or just the fact that we really cannot stop. This person, has become a critical part of your life and serves at the very least a structural purpose. We know everything about one another, they are your other half, in the least romantic way. And maybe that is a part of love we do not consider. The mundane, biological dependency we acquire. However, underneath there is still something more. An unfamiliar sense of almost hopeful nostalgia for the future.

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Oct 19, 2019

Oct 19, 2019 at 1:08 PM UTC

There are things I wish I could tell you

Maybe we were never in love but I remember those moments, that were something more. I hadn’t felt it before yet it seemed natural to feel this way about her. The way she spoke of you with others, in no way unhealthy, yet possessive in the sense of pride and support. To the subtle differences of her voice when you were alone, the guard that is let down. The person you thought you knew, is there but much deeper. They seem to make more sense now, the things you don’t know but hope to know one day. I still think we can love each other, even if we aren’t defined by traditional standards. Besides, we have to. There comes a point when it all is too much. You’ve come too far to just stop, the fire might not be there but love is more than that. There comes hard times, times when it is over. But that is still your person. Things continue on, out of the sake of something else, whether conscious or not. We continue. We live through these moments to reach something. Some innate desire to finish what we started, or just the fact that we really cannot stop. This person, has become a critical part of your life and serves at the very least a structural purpose. We know everything about one another, they are your other half, in the least romantic way. And maybe that is a part of love we do not consider. The mundane, biological dependency we acquire. However, underneath there is still something more. An unfamiliar sense of almost hopeful nostalgia for the future.

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