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QuietGlass Jun 2017
It's 3am and I'm laying awake thinking about what I'm supposed to forget.
I've destracted myself long enough to forget what I was forgetting till now.
Now my mind thinks of everything because it's 3am and I should be asleep.
QuietGlass Jun 2017
You
I want to write a poem
about you,
But I can't.
You will never accept me,
You will never love me,
You will never want me.
If I could, I would.
But I can't.
QuietGlass Jun 2017
I'd live for you is a bigger compliment than I'd die for you
When someone says "I'd live for you," they are telling you that they are willing to wake up and
Face whatever demon is at their bedside
Force their dark thoughts away
Or fight their problems and keep pushing on
They are willing to give up on giving up, for you
Recently I have a friend who has been having some problems
I've contemplated telling him I'd live for him because he helped me out of one of the darkest times of my life and I can never properly thank him, but I don't know if he'd understand that I mean I value his friendship and his wise words
Then again, I may be the only one who thinks "I'd live for you," is a bigger compliment than "I'd die for you."
  Jun 2017 QuietGlass
Zachary William
We took turns
placing headphones
on each other and
plugging them into
our hearts in hopes
that we would be able
to hear all the things
we should have said
QuietGlass Jun 2017
She killed herself, but only on the inside.
She ripped her mind apart piece by piece and let the pieces fall to bottoms of her feet.
She never loved anyone after that day.
Because love comes once, and she knew she had ****** up.
So she carried around the weight of the misery, and hoped that maybe one day he might love her again.
QuietGlass Jun 2017
Her voice cracked, and you could hear her pain.
You could hear her fighting back tears.
You could hear her heart fall from her sleeve  and shatter at her feet.
You could hear how hard it was for her to talk about him.
You could hear her run out of breath when she told the beautiful stories he burned into her memory.
You could hear her choke on the word love because she still loves him and he just lusts her.
But worst of all, you could see her physically breaking.
QuietGlass Jun 2017
Her happiness didn't matter as long as he was happy
That's all she ever wanted
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