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All I'm asking for
Is for you to talk to me
Don't toss me aside
I'm not one of your old toys

I've accepted it:
The fact that we'll never be
I am now begging
That our friendship doesn't rot

It's all I have left
It's all we have between us
No more and no less
It hurts me to say these things
 Jan 2016 Marcelo
Z
12:27 PM.
 Jan 2016 Marcelo
Z
you are more than the absence of his name on your screen.

you are more than the absence of his name on your screen.

you are more than the absence of his name on your screen.

**YOU ARE MORE THAN THE ABSENCE OF HIS NAME ON YOUR SCREEN.
C.
 Jan 2016 Marcelo
Euphoric Acid
His eyes had a knack of breaking down every sacred wall of defense my heart had ever built.
 Jan 2016 Marcelo
Euphoric Acid
I constantly find myself
running away from how
I feel because maybe I don't
want to admit you're the
reason why I'm hurting.

I'd rather sit in silence with
a broken heart not knowing why
I am then think about what could've been.

I'd rather break down over and over
because the bottle is over flowing then
sit and think about your smile.

I'd rather cut myself and stand at
the edge of a building contemplating
suicide than remember the way
you used to look at me.
 Jan 2016 Marcelo
Euphoric Acid
Wanna do something scary ?
Let me inside your mind
Let's go to bed early and be alone with our thoughts
Let's write poems in the dark
Let's talk about the moon, stars, Venus and Mars'
Let's Love.
#Love
 Jan 2016 Marcelo
Euphoric Acid
MINE
 Jan 2016 Marcelo
Euphoric Acid
Put your hands on my knees and think of me as a book
you're dying to read, like a sailor lost at sea.
Make me crave you presence because the mere
thought of you drives me crazy.
Make me want to love ..
I want it to CONSUME me.
I want it to **** time.
I want you to breathe me.
I want you to be mine.
 Jan 2016 Marcelo
dravenstorm
The Purity Scent Of Dead Poems
That Committed Suicide.

Rest In Ink.
 Jan 2016 Marcelo
dravenstorm
her heart is sweaty,
skin smells of anxiety
from all the lies she told
the boy that killed himself
with words hanging in his
brain.
 Jan 2016 Marcelo
dravenstorm
i loved you everyday
of my existence,
and you loved me less
each day up until i died
of not enough love.

i rose again in the next
life and loved a fragment
of you.
 Dec 2015 Marcelo
raine cooper
you cannot burn down history
it's not made of wood,
but hearts, skin,
and that empty feeling in your chest
©rainecooper
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