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  May 2015 allie wainwright
Justine
Broken-hearted she stand,
Seeking for sweet revenge,
To destroy his future plans.

Cheating was his doing,
Without her knowing.
Didn't plan on revealing,
Wanted to keep her in the dark dwelling.

Didn’t want to admit,
He was the one unfit,
To be her missing bit.

With her intentions,
To strive for vengeance,
She creates new extensions,
Adding to her inventions.

As demolishing takes precious time,
To fix this awful crime.

Goodbye for now my friend,
This won’t be the end.
Bored.
allie wainwright May 2015
him
the person who makes me smile when i get a text from him
the person who makes me upset when he doesnt text back, him
Him the person that makes me happy and sad all at once and seperate.
  May 2015 allie wainwright
zak
Like smoke you dance in my daydreams,
Beckoning me with **** me eyes and a lazy grin
An orange hue sunsetting your fire,
The curl of your finger saying come hither

And I wake from this like fire into water
I watch you twirl slower and slower
Into steam, you disappear like the wind
and with resignation again I'll dream
You see the beauty.
I see only questions
which need no answers.
I am at once
vulnerable and defiant.

You cut through the pretence
of the important trivial things.
The morning news
is enough to bring me down.

I sulk in bed, wondering
what is the point of getting up.
You make sure I find one every day.

You know the significance
of not taking my navel-gazing
too seriously.

And when I despair at the futility
of trying to fix the broken world,
you show me with your endless zeal
and unwavering hope
that just trying
can make all the difference.
NaPoWriMo Day #29
Poetry form: Free verse
I don't know anymore
What to think of you
nor with your "I love you"
Cause at one point,
it could heal all my deepest wounds
But could bear the biggest scar

Your words feel like soft marshmallows
Yet the after taste sting like a billion arrows

The way you touch my fragile skin
makes it glow and look flawless
But as it glows
it grows weaker
Then burns into ashes

The way you build me up
then break me down

Tears my soul and I crash onto the ground
Have you ever met someone like this?
  Apr 2015 allie wainwright
Matt
"The problem with suicide is that when it becomes an option in your mind, it's always an option."
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