You were sweet
kind
funny
caring
.
.
.
Something changed. You changed.

Now you're cold
cruel
mean
heartless
.
.
.
I don't know
what to do now.
Because you're not
who I thought you were.

Sometimes,
Its just not to be.
Like you and me...

And that hurt more than words could ever describe

Do you know why she picked you?
It's because you make her smile on days she is convinced she will never smile again, it's because when she wants to hate the world, she loves you--   it's because when she's lost, the first she always looks for is you.
Did you ever realise that?
When she fights for you, why do you think she does it? Is it because of your eyes or the way you walk?
•No•
It's because she sees something in you that's worth fighting for.
When she constantly asks how she can change your sour mood, do you think it's because you're pretty?
•Not at all•
She does it so you know-- understand-- realise-- that no matter what state you're in, she'll be there to hold your hand whether you laugh, cry or feel helpless.
If she says she loves you, do you think it's to make you laugh?
•Never•
It's because she will only say this to you when she has no doubt that it will not hurt so much that it will not be real.

First are the most important,
because they are the most memorable.

i like to think about
the time before
my life was familiar to me.
remember when the tiles of this
hallway had never
seen my footsteps?
remember when the buttons of this
elevator had never
felt my fingertips?
remember when the music that
filled this hall had never
been made by me?
my memory of the flags in the windows
and the trees breaking up
the pavement in the parking lot
and the glass doors made of
piano keys
it never meant anything then.
i only thought i understood
what i was seeing
when i thought i’d never
see it again.
the painting in front of me
has changed me as much
as i changed it.
just think
if i saw the same things a year ago
as what i’m seeing today
and nothing seems the same
how different will everything be
tomorrow?

Insert 'Only' at any place in the sentence:
"She told him that she loved him"
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Yes, English can be weird. It can be understood through tough thorough thought though.
.....
If 'womb' is pronounced 'woom' and 'tomb' is pronounced 'toom', shouldn't 'bomb' be pronoused 'boom'?
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Australia has 3 'A's.. each pronounced differently.
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In every other language (Other than English), pineapples are called ananas
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The following sentence has 7 different meaning based on the stressed word:
"I never said she stole my money"
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Cough, Rough, Though, Through. Why don't these words rhyme, but for some god forsaken reason, Pony and Bologna do?!
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Word: Queue
Pronunciation: Kyoo
Write down 5 letter. Only pronouce the first.
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Laid is pronounced like paid, but not said. Said is pronounced like bread, but not bead. Bead is pronounced like lead, but not lead.
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I fell in love with you
like the sun sets or rises,
like someone falls asleep.
Slowly,
then all at once.

And before I realized it,
you were my world,
while I was nothing but a speck to you.

I'm exhausted,
but that is ok

I'm used to it..
I'm here...

It's all in your head...

Sincerely,
You

something in my bones
tell me you don't want me anymore

If each of us were born unique,
Why do we try to be the same,
If this world was made with meaning,
Why do we treat it like a game,
Why do we define our value,
When we look at our reflection,
As we change our bodies in ways,
The world has taught us is perfection,
Why wait in line for iPhones,
And wear clothes we can’t afford,
Why are we competing with each other,
When there is no grand award,
We need to stop and remember,
Even though we all are human,
That a mirror shows just skin,
And is only an illusion.

She told him
"Unbreak the broken,"

so he did just that,
and fixed a heart
beyond repair.

Your lies lured me in

They sounded sickly sweet

If only they were true

Maybe I would've stayed longer

Maybe I would never have walked away

Maybe we would still be together

But your lies stopped

I was no longer beautiful

I needed to lose weight

I was no longer your girl

I was your responsibility

I was no longer worthy of your love

I was only worthy of the truth

The painful painful truth

But no matter how painful it was,

I stayed

And I listened

Until one day you lied again

I finally saw through the facade of your lies

I no longer held onto the notion that I was nothing

I became myself again, well as much of myself that I could

I left you and never looked back

You called and texted, but I never answered

I finally had you out of my life

And I was going to be free

Until I wasn't

You showed up again

You sweet talked me into believing you again

This time it went too far

I believed you a little too much

So much that I'm now six feet under

In a way that's a good thing

It means that I don't have to hear your sweet lies ever again.

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.
You hear that?
With every tick is I miss you.
With every tock is an I love you.

Tick, I miss you. Tock, I love you.

Every waking second, all I want to do is talk to you.
Every waking second, all I want to do is be with you.

It's cold outside right now.
The silence is too deafening. But I am simultaneously reminded by the thought of you.
It's too noisy in my head right now.
All I could hear is tick, tock, tick, tock.

Words may not express every waking second that I miss you, or I love you.

My dear, if you do hear me saying these words, give the clock a listen.
With every second you'll hear a tick.
With every second you'll hear a tock.

If when the time comes that I am not able to say these words, give our dear clock a listen.

And whatever the clock is saying, is what my mind is thinking, and what my heart is feeling.

Tick, tock, my love.
Tick.
Tock.

i had always dreamed
of creating the most
beautiful masterpiece
yet today i've figured
that could never be reached

because
i've tried to paint you
in a picture
but that would require
colors
not yet created

i've tried to write
a poem
about you
yet you're unwrittable

When I look at you,
I see the many shades of home.

I see the dark blue of the midnight skies,
and the rich reds of Momma's pans.

I see the blank white of the laundry rooms walls,
and the black of my old comforter.

It's the shades that I see in you,
that let me love you so deeply.

Your eyes
Are the most gorgeous shade
Of home,

Complemented perfectly
By
A smile the color of love.

.
Up becomes down
Red becomes blue

I'm just not the same
Without you
.

I'd like to write,
but ehh...
I'll do it later.

I want to write so badly,
About so many things.
But my mind just shuts the door sometimes,
It's decided to hide my ideas from me!

“First love never dies”
But it will at the end of the day.
Time heals every wound in our heart
And to make us whole and happy again.

They told us that the monsters
weren't under our bed...
but they forgot to mention
that the monster resides in our heads instead....

you came
you left

 and yet the trees still sway
     and summer still comes
all that remains is a strange longing,
 memori­es that rose like cyclops in the
night
                      
the trapdoors of desire,
 the black-holes of our sharpened
       souls

if you could be god, and
               come back - if only for a moment, to tell me I was right,
 then I would make your words my epitaph)

my purpled lover, like  a
bulbous flower protruding from it's
 stem,
you have eaten all the breadcrumbs,
so how will I find you again?

­ even if you had disappeared like
  an evening ghost,
      our souls had touched,
  and for the first time
  I could see the stars in other  peoples' eyes

They say eyes are the windows to the soul.
Is that really true?
When eyes can be manipulated
as easy as me and you.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I have always loved my eyes
perhaps becasue they change colors.
They turn from Blue, to Green, to Gray.

But then I saw your eyes.
Just a simple brown.
But in them I saw love, and hope,
and all good things that live in the world.

In your eyes, I saw the person I wanted to be...
and because of your eyes,
my world is changed.
I am changed.
And you are here, with me.

You say you love my eye, and I love yours.
Soo maybe mine
are actually for you.

Sometimes..
I catch myself thinking of when you were mine
and I was yours.

Sometimes, I catch myself wishing it would go back to that.
All was simple when your hand was in mine.

But you moved on, and I moved on.
I moved on to loving myself,
while you moved on to someone else.
I found a guy who loved me for me.
Then you moved back.

Not this time.
This time is different.
I am not, will not, can not go back to you.

It wasn't so simple when my hand was in yours.
I hated every aspect of me...
even my eyes and my scars, which I've always loved.
I done this because your eyes were prettier,
and you said you wished the scars weren't there....

I love myself.
and I love him, as I had loved you at one time.
But not anymore...

The love for you has dulled, as the love for me grew

Razors pains you
and rivers are damp.

Acid stains you
and drugs cause cramps.

Guns aren't lawful,
Nooses give.

Gas smells awful,
You may as well live.

I
just
want to
know that
I fi died tonight,
Who would cry tomorrow
Who would stand in the cold,
and listen to the minister speak on my behalf
Who would write letters to my parents, apolagizing,
Who would leave bouquets of  pretty flowers at my tombstone
Who would stand tall, sturdy as stone, and suffer in silence
Who would mourn for a day then go on about their lives
Who would see it in the obituaries and only shrug
Who would only notice it after a month,
or three or twelve or eighteen
How many strangers
wouldn't care....
I wonder.....

Here you have glitter
Here you would have fallen
I am prepared to embrace
Set aside your crying
It will lead to your downfall.

So put the tears in your pocket,
save them for when you are alone.
Because nobody can see your tears.
Nobody can see your hurt.
Because it can and will be used against you.

My first love
My first real boyfriend

It was you,
all you.

Blue
Red
Yellow
Green
Grey

Sadness
Anger
Happy
Calm
Num­b

Repeat

Fill the cracks
with Gold,
Like the Japansese
Because there is a lesson to be learnt
within all the brokedness.

I am not broken,
I am making room for the lessons.

<3