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 Aug 2020 Bri
TG
Tired
 Aug 2020 Bri
TG
What if u are tired of hoping
Tired of your desires
Tired of trying
Tired of being excited
Tired of liking someone
Tired of waiting
Tired of empty promises
Tired of looking for someone special
Tired of going after your heart
I got so tired
I stopped believing in real love

What failure can do with your mind,
And all u wanted to do was to love...
That one day I got so tired of longing for someone that won´t love me as much as I can love him. I knew he wasn´t that into me, I knew I was wasting my time again and I knew that he wasn´t as serious as I was. That day I made a decision I only wanted to make if I found real love, but after so many empty promises and disapointments I dragged myself into an action that normally happens when 2 persons fall in love. Because I wanted to feel love but didn´t know how anymore so I flipped my standards for one day. Just to make the pain stop, with a little voice in the back that this will make me feel closer, this will bring me closer to love. But it only showed me even more that it is so incredibly important to receive the same love as the love that u have for that person,
 Aug 2020 Bri
Eshwara Prasad
Reading your poems
on love make me feel sick
of love.
 Aug 2020 Bri
Broken Pieces
I have officially cleaned out any memory of you,
You can never take control of my room and make it blue.

I took my emotions and watched them burn,
Now what you're doing is none of my concern.

I feel so free but also so broken,
I almost wish your words remained unspoken.

I'll miss you but it's for the best,
Because if the room stayed, I'd be more depressed.
 Nov 2018 Bri
T
You liked my picture

I like yours back

You sent me a message

And that was that.

I fell so hard

I thought you did too

But you were entertaining her

Whilst I was only for you.
 Nov 2018 Bri
Buried Words
You dreamed to live,
While I longed to die.
 Nov 2018 Bri
megan
mania
 Nov 2018 Bri
megan
i think in colours
i only hear your voice
would i be yellow,
if it was your choice?

do you see me?
do you know my name?
my idiosyncracry
it’s making me deranged

if i was a instrument
would you play me?
it’s detriment
and ambivalency

you are strong
and i am weak,
i want to belong,
to your mystique
 Nov 2018 Bri
Viridian
I have only one match left

One gave me a sparks and nearly caught fire, but instead turned out to be too fragile to use, so I set it aside in hopes that it would give me a flame one day when its ready

The one before that was lit too brightly and burnt my fingers, making me drop it on the ground to burn out on its own, scorching the ground below me with licks of orange and red and passion I don't know how to handle

That one match on the counter, I'm far too afraid to ignite, and instead allowed it to grow wet and unusable to even strike against the rough to attempt to set it ablaze

All the others were duds and broke too easily, so I had to throw them all away, unable to be used for the warmth it should have provided

I have only one match left

How will I ever light my way?
will i ever ****** stop?
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