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Amanda Jan 2014
A whirlwind sweeps in
Things are flying everywhere
They cut you
They scratch you
They bruise you
You scream but nobody answers
You are alone in your own storm
Amanda Jan 2014
Does a lovers love ever completely fade?
Or does one push it aside
Let the flame die down, but still glow
Try to forget all of the memories you share.
Try to forget the little things about them that stick in your brain
Like the way they loved the breakfast club
or the way they'd squeeze your hand a little tighter when they saw the cuts
Or maybe the way I'm still writing about you says "I miss you" enough?
a little something about a special person, who I very well may not be the person I'm with, but I will always have a place for this person.
Amanda Nov 2013
A steady breath
Your chest rising and falling
As we lay in a sea of purple
You let out small mumbles in your sleep
Perfection at its finest.
Dark eyelashes flutter revealing your deep eyes
A groggy "hi" and a kiss on the nose
I've found my comfort again.
Amanda Nov 2013
Talking about the memories makes me think.
Not so much of the night,
But everything I did to get the night out of my head.
To remove the way you stared back
Eyes dark as the black sky
with flecks of lights
Just like the stars,
and promised you me forever.
The way I pounded my head against the kitchen floor
repeatedly, sobbing
hoping it would erase you.
The way I carved it in my skin afterward.
The way all of the words I never got to say fell out of my mouth into the toilet
And it never left.
Amanda Nov 2013
You may think you know my friend, Sad.
Oh yes you may
But you don't know Sad,
like I know Sad.
Sad will visit you every so often
and pull on your heart strings,
Just to remind you he's there.
But Sad and I?
Oh he's constantly with me
His hands wrapped around my neck
Whispering "This is true friendship"
Amanda Apr 2013
A humid summer night
Spent underneath the stars
Head spinning
Heart fluttering
It was the start
The start to the most beautiful tragedy
Who knew that night
Would haunt me every night

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