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499 · Jun 2014
Self-reflection
Victoria Lynn Jun 2014
2:00 am
I'm awake thinking of who I am and your name comes to mind
I want to be me not just someone you ruined
I want to be known as caring and loving
But because of you I'm known as rude and hateful
I guess I can't blame you
I shouldn't have been so naive
393 · Jun 2014
Not so much a love story
Victoria Lynn Jun 2014
I tried.
I was as good as I could be.
We were best friends I thought.
We were friends but with some benefits.
I wasn't good enough and you left.
Everyone leaves but I honestly didn't think you would.
I guess I'm still niave.
I told you things that I wouldn't anyone else and you threw them away like our friendship.
I don't remember the last time we had a real conversation.
I don't remember you wanting to be my friend.
I miss you so much.
I tried but it wasn't enough.
I also think it has to do with her.
She's always hated me.
You're in love with her.
You always listen to her.
Did she tell you to leave me?
I just want to know why
Please tell me what I did wrong.
I miss you.
Come back to me.
I'm sorry I don't know
356 · May 2014
Forgotten
Victoria Lynn May 2014
She was unforgettable,
     like the smell of rain
    or the sand between your toes,
   but like the sand she got washed down the drain
((Very first poem I'm so so sorry))
337 · Jun 2014
You, me, and selfishly
Victoria Lynn Jun 2014
You see you were very toxic
But I did not know.
You see I was very niave and innocent.
You were my everything and I was               completely madly in love.
You didn't feel the same apparently.
You left without saying goodbye.
I miss you.
I saw you everyday for a year but ignored you.
I finally got over you.
I don't miss you anymore.
I was done with getting hurt.
You came back.
You want me again.
You do the worst things to me.
I told you I wanted you again.
I don't and I'm lying to you about my feelings.
I'm not sure why, maybe I want to hurt you like you did me or maybe I just want you to be happy. Maybe I want to know what you felt like when you were doing it to me.
Or I could just be a heartless ***** because of what you did to me.
It's funny how the roles were reversed
(Is this even a poem um)
205 · Jun 2014
Red lines
Victoria Lynn Jun 2014
I know it kills the ones who care but I can't stop
It's like I'm addicted
You used to be my addiction but you're gone now
And I can't stop myself from enjoying the blood running down my arm
After all pain makes me feel alive

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