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 Jul 2014 Hot7Lips
Kagami
Just as I feared. The exact thing I have expected and dreaded from the beginning. Countless love poems, even recent ones. They have not been a waste. But I did trust you to tell me the truth when you stopped loving me and wanted to end it. I have been confused and hurt by many things. This is one of the most difficult, not because of what I lost, but because I knew it was coming and did not brace myself for it. I've never felt more alone and more supported in my life.

I need a break from you for a while. I will give your things back to a friend to deliver. Please do not contact me.
This is the last time I say I love you.
 Jul 2014 Hot7Lips
imadeitallup
Can we
just be
friends?
No, can
we *really?

until someone
comes in and
you're my
territory
again

I'll **** her.

Let me
teach you
a lesson
about addition
and subtraction
you can take
anything away
but attraction

*I'll **** her.
Everyone has an inner crazy *****. ;P
 Jul 2014 Hot7Lips
imadeitallup
You're name pops up
on my phone
***?!
Leave me alone
but...
I'd be a liar like you
if I said that
My heart didn't inquire
every now and then
where you've been

Don't get it twisted
Reading into
What I just said
It's not like I miss you
I miss being distracted
from the outside world
thinking it was just
the two of us

Let's not speak about
what we just did
Sometimes I think
You do things to me
Just to see
If you still can
To see if you're flame
Still burns me
Don't you dare come back.
 Jul 2014 Hot7Lips
Q
Bored.
Of people,
Of things.
Bored.
Of commitment,
Of flings.
Bored.
Of goings,
Of comings.

Bored.
Of smiles,
Of laughter.
Bored
Of crying,
Of sadness.
Bored.
Of anger,
Of madness.

Bored of everything because
Nothing that exists is just
Quite interesting enough,
Not on the ground or up above,
To secure attention in it's clutch
For longer than a portion of
A second.
 Jul 2014 Hot7Lips
J M Surgent
I wish I could tell you
Every little thing
I think in my head
But I can't because
They move too fast,
Are too slippery to grasp
And hold onto long enough
To write into lyrical thoughts
Worthy of your time.
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