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Trust
Is paper thin
And you can't think of it
As a second skin

It takes time to build
And like a wall
Removing one piece
Can make it fall

Built up for years
And destroyed in a day
Betraying it
Is never okay

It physically hurts
When trust is shattered
Because it showed
Someone once mattered

Trust
Will remain scarred
Once wounded
Forever marred.
So many ******* out there in da world. So many nutjobs who speak without thinking.
What are dey thinking? Dey crazy or something?
Knowing nothing?
Speaking like bubbles
Foaming from dey mouth
Like rabid fauna. Its ok its dey who will change but not me who will change. Im better off ignoring demented creeps. Im better off the pathe of being nice and kind like alwayes. Kindness kills kindness killas .
 Nov 2015 Dead lover
JD
I have noticed all along,
That I was always the the one who was wrong.
Even tho I would try to make it right,
It always seems to lead to another fight.
I just want things to be alright...
But, your answer is to keep me out of sight.
As if you've concluded your own light,
While I still try to give this all my might.
Even tho it may not be bright,
Your worth something to me.
Your worth my life.
So until we talk again,
which I hope we might.
All I can really say is,
Goodnight.
 Nov 2015 Dead lover
Raffael
I've been
reminscing
about you
and the nailpolish
you used to choose to colour
your toes
it shows
that i'am worn out
like a dark cloud
hanging on me
Have you heard the news
rockets on their way
to bomb em out of their shoes
i drink some more
to make it go away
thinking about you
and why you wouldnt stay
there are noises
just voices of peoples
that are passerbys
my eyes get heavy
from the things i hold inside
i smile for a while
to keep myself alive
while my mind is rambeling
i think my bones are trembeling
from the thought of you
i let my eyes travel
through the faces and their meaning
everyone is shining and gleaming
nights are what you make of them
here i am
thinking about you
thinking about you
Here i am
with my mind rambeling
while sitting like a rock
till the clock
runs out of numbers
and i'll fall again
for the late night slumber
i'm continuing the family tradition
line of alcoholics
painful recognition of sober nights
i loved him more when i was drunk
i was too intoxicated
to notice him slipping through my fingertips
or let alone me loosing myself instead
those hungover mornings ******* me over more than he did
trying to remember what happened the night before
like every time he broke my heart
clueless and questioning myself
breath full of scents of ***** and orange juice
could it be worse?
 Nov 2015 Dead lover
Jellyfish
I'm seeing your scent in my dreams
and I think that it means: *I miss you
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