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Rose Brown Nov 2018
in a hundred thousand lifetimes,
no one could feel how i felt for you.
even i never thought i could adore one so imperfect-
yet so full of heavenly glow.

it was a time long ago,
when sunlight ruled over my world.
the land was a bright shade of luminous gold,
and your heart spread my joy across our town.

you kissed me the way you kissed everyone,
passionless, desperate, ravenous.
a girl who adored you had her heart broken
for your revenge upon a friend.

we never spoke of that day.
you never looked me straight in the eye.
you forced me to watch you flirt with every single girl,
each one stinging a shred more than the last.

and then we hit a crescendo,
it stacked up before my eyes.
as my stomach hurt more every passing second,
you hurt me. you ruined me.

humiliation.
degradation.
suicide and lost hope.
my love poured out slowly from my broken skin.

i always get you back.
for more time now than we were on pause last year.
every day i feel you slip gently from my fingertips.
no one knows quite how much damage you caused.

pain is temporary,
i can say that with certainty.
hate lasts too little time to bother me.
loving you is permanent, no matter the pain.
Rose Brown Nov 2018
on monday,
this monday,
i was told to shut the **** up
because no one cares.

i know that.
but i care
and sometimes,

its just good to talk.
Rose Brown Nov 2018
it seems
the same time.
january was three,
five,
six,
eight,

ten months passed.

i still hide in june,
behind happier times.

no time has passed,
not really.
it's all a illusion

just a dream
i swear it.

summer hasn't ended,

never ever ever.


I'll wake up soon, right?
Rose Brown Nov 2018
the warm spring
dwindles into summer
into school
into Halloween
pain
pain
PAIN

...

Christmas.
Rose Brown Nov 2018
i know where you are today.
probably laughing somewhere without me,
while i make promises to a Friend.
she's probably there, making you happy.
her life isn't cracked like mine,
her smile is always real.
i know she's why you couldn't swear yourself to me.
it would be my fault if you left me tonight.
i'm just a little too broken to be loved anymore.
  Oct 2018 Rose Brown
SilentMetanoia
She's a supernova
that trails stardust in her wake,
a constellation of contradictions
plucked from outer space.

And all you can think
to call her is
"pretty".
Basically ^.^
Rose Brown Oct 2018
We are not ourselves, tonight.
Though we all laugh like usual,
And make conversation and merry jokes,
We look like we stepped out of a movie scene.
I enjoy all your companies, all your smiles.
You all remind me there is a world of good to experience yet.

Thank you.
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