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  Apr 2018 Ezis
Bee
hell is a place where
you constantly love those that
do not love you back.
Ezis Apr 2018
I like riding the train
I don’t like the people
But I like the train
One time I rode it empty late at night
It was exhilarating
Only as a woman
I feared
the one man
at the station
Ezis Apr 2018
I think your women have to prove themselves
You make them work for it and you do not
You know they are hooked

So you only go with it when something new pushes you along
Like the fact that I like ***** heads songs
Or that I read poetry
Or that I smoke ****

It’s understandable you want us to have things in common
But why am I the one always making the effort to find those things

Is it selfish of me to keep with you
When I don’t think you’re in it fully
Because I am.

Our similarities are undeniable
Even to you
And that’s why I know when every once in a while
You see what I see and it pushes you along
Along to me
And I’m okay with that

Maybe we are both a little selfish but either way
as long as I have you, I’m okay
Ezis Apr 2018
You told me yesterday
that you write poetry
I said me too
but it scared me a little
do you write poetry about me
in the way I write poetry about you?

If you did,
what I would give to read it
your thoughts, fears, goals,
the moments we shared that touched you

I would die inside if I knew you read my poetry
its mainly all about you
what else is there to write about
when you're all I think about

One day maybe I will show you these words
and we can laugh
about the young naive girl that was infatuated
with a boy from her hometown
Until then I will keep you a secret here on these pages
  Apr 2018 Ezis
Pixie Ellis
It was nice meeting you.

I bet you didn’t know you’re the first guy I ever tried to hit on. I bet you didn’t know I prepped for this conversation for a week. I bet you didn’t know how deep my heart sunk when I saw you go upstairs with another girl.

Thank you for being the first guy who’s ever flirted with me. Thank you for the pink gin. Thank you for the hand you placed on my back when you hugged me goodbye.

It was nice talking to you.

I know you falling on me was a move, even though you said it wasn’t. I know sitting and listening to the story of how I met J was a move. I know you like L. I know deep down she probably likes you too, I did.

It was nice that you didn’t message me after the party.

But I bet you didn’t know that I would of loved you with my whole heart. That I would of wrote you love letters and made you mixtapes of songs that reminded me of you. Thank you for making me realise that the right guy will come along, but that guy isn’t you. I know I’ll always be that girl at the party who’s name you can’t remember, or face you can’t place but I don’t lie.

It was nice meeting you.

I hope one day we’ll meet again.

— p.d.e
Ezis Apr 2018
I think being with you would be simple
Like watching the bees in the summertime

I imagine us laying in bed with music playing
We are propped up on our elbows looking at each other

Loving you is like laying in the grass
The sky so clear and I don't worry about anything else
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