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us poets, often gaze the stars wishing for them to always love the moon.
thanking the sun, to kiss the sunflowers, what silly little loons
ap0calyps3 Jul 9
My mother talks about you
a lot
almost worships you like
a god
Heard her talk about you
on calls
Always screams in my face
telling me to be a lot
like you
But listening to her
talk
I don't think I really like
you.
I was always told to be better, I still get told that. I don't wanna be better, I just wanna be enough.
ap0calyps3 Jul 9
I'm still the little girl that runs to her father when she hears he's home
But that girl stopped waiting and he walks in alone

I still feel the joy of when he carried me, I felt like a princess he was my brave knight;
now I just sit alone with him in no sight

Even though I wished that these moments could last
I think it's safe to say I grew up too fast
There's nothing I miss more than my relationship with my father. We made many memories until it all just stopped. Now we barely talk. Today I saw this video of him surprising me with something I really wanted, the video wasn't even sad but it still made me cry, I wish these moments could truly last and now it's safe too say that I grew up too fast.
ap0calyps3 Jun 18
They say love hurts
mine kills me
stabs my heart
until I bleed
ap0calyps3 Jun 11
Lost in darkness in my life, in his eyes I found my light
When everything is wrong, he makes it right.
inspired by
You're the only good thing in my life by Cas
  Jun 5 ap0calyps3
p1st0l
I used to fall for brown eyes
Searching for the secrets they hide
The brown color holds stiff cold lies
They are dark and deep, making you search even deeper

But now I have realized
Realized that blue eyes are deep too
Deep like the big ocean,blue
I have realized that I can fall for blue eyes hue


Brown eyes made me want to embrace the ground
But in your blue eyes,all I want is to drown
  Jun 4 ap0calyps3
p1st0l
Blood on my hands and the bathroom floor
When will this stop? I wonder as it slowly pours
The blood comes from the cuts on my arm
How did I get here? What have I done?
This is about self harm
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