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you once asked me why I was so
infatuated with a boy that tried to write me off
in forty eight hours I found some reasons why

he’s sweet and he’s bitter in all my favorite doses-
the words he told me were kind yet at times held a sarcastic playfulness I find in myself.
we’d tease each other with little resistance and
laugh at each others misfortunes with kindness.
his actions were soft no matter how aggressive they may have looked
because not once has he ever come at me
with the motive to damage;
letting him easily flesh my soul out for show.
the walls I put up nothing but tainted window panes
I once let him hold my raw emotions bare in his hands
then found myself cold from the lack of his embrace when he pulled away from the hug

and I can go on with these reasons-
these glimmers of hope that sound more like excuses
to why I refuse to let go and hoard his memories within my ribcage.
his hugs got me the most though
you should have known
we would be on our own
so alone
scared of tomorrow
'cause everything feels so hollow
we count the shadows
so alone
through the night
and tears follow
every breath we take
dreaming a tale that we made
but now it's no-more
like the summer we met
it's a different story
we've lost ourselves
the season couldn't stay
and we let
ourselves drift away
and now we know
how low
one can go
before the sky has withered
and now we know
why we didn't show
even though
nothing else mattered
nothing but you
nothing but you
now we don't have a clue
of what to do
and all I ever wanted
was all of you
I hope it's not true
what they say about love
so alone
on our own
we burned our home
so there would be no walls
now we have the sky
soon the tears will dry
and we can have it all
everyone but you
everything but love







now that we have the world
tell me, why does it still hurts?

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 Jan 2017 Ashley Margaret
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you're like a germ,
twisting my insides
into outsides, ruining
this facade of happiness

you're like a thorn,
in my side, painful and
ever present, constant
prickles and discomfort

— The End —