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737 · Oct 13
When It's Dark, I Shine
Self Oct 13
I never dared to come closer,
maybe I've always known,
that you would run back to her
and leave me all alone.
She shines as bright as the sun
and you're full of life like the earth,
but the moon only appears when it's dark,
when it's light has it's worth.
435 · Oct 19
When Distance Fails
Self Oct 19
Distance makes the heart grow fonder,
or at least that's what they say.
But they never warned me you'd move on,
while I’m still stuck here today.
389 · Nov 12
Chasing Silence
Self Nov 12
Why can’t I escape you?
You’re always close, it seems,
A shadow in the stillness,
A whisper in my dreams.
I try to leave, to heal,
But you’re there in the quiet,
A piece of me I lost,
A weight I can’t deny it.
385 · Oct 15
Time Can't Heal Scars
Self Oct 15
They say time heals all wounds,
and I suppose that’s true,
But how do I heal the scars
that always remind me of you?
166 · Oct 14
I love you hate me
Self Oct 14
I love it when you make me laugh,
but I hate it when you make me cry.
I love it when you tell me you love me,
but I hate it when you lie.
I love it when we talk,
but I hate it when we fight.
I love to never see you again,
but I hate to imagine a world where we don't collide.
137 · Nov 9
Echoes of You
Self Nov 9
Why can't I forget you,
Why are you always near.
Every time I’m moving on,
you suddenly appear.
Like a shadow in the night,
you follow close behind,
A reminder of what’s lost,
a piece I can't unwind.
136 · Oct 13
Despair of Limerence
Self Oct 13
The last time I texted him,
the flowers were growing,
I'm still waiting for his reply,
and now it started snowing,
I won't give up,
I still have faith,
but even the strongest leaves fall
when they're made to wait.
I'm on my knees hoping he'll come back,
knowing **** well it's not meant to be,
but I'm not ready to raise the white flag yet.
Some would say it's love,
others say it's ignorance,
but it's none of the above,
it's a despair of limerence,
a lie in my head,
a fantasy of what could have been said.
111 · Nov 24
Unwanted Spell
Self Nov 24
I see you with your friends,
you blend in so well.
Hating you is my guard,
loving you is a spell.
These feelings won’t end,
I can’t set them free,
I climbed so high,
why did I fall so deep?
May 2020

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