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Why is it...

That my reflection is only **pretty-

In a ***** mirror?

Clean glass-
Showing off all my imperfections..

While the stains-
Seem to cover *all of mine.
once upon a time                                            
you promised never, ever                  
to hurt me                                                      

once upon a time          
you promised never, ever                    
to let anyone else hurt me            

once upon a time                                        
you hurt me                        
and let everyone else hurt me too                              

once upon a time                  
i loved you                                              
and you loved me too                        

:.:.:.:
this is just a thought, not about anyone
Blood staining your baby blanket
Your childhood washed down the drain
Tears streaking your flushed cheeks
You now hide in the dark
That you were afraid of not so long ago
You sit alone
Scared of what you've become
Your innocence gone
Along with your sanity
All of it is lost
Unable to be found
Hiding
Just like you
I'm sorry* I can't provide for you:
             Be there every second of the day
             Hold your hand just in case you fall

Sometimes I just like to be alone
All the time
                   I just      
                             want to be alone

But you can't see that, can you?
You can't see that I'm fine,
                       that I need space every now and again?

I've tried countless times
Just to make you smile
But it's not enough
       it's never been
                   enough

You say you're hurt
That you "**** it up"
And "fake smiles"

Have you realized I've not only faked smiles,
I've faked happiness,
Just to see you try.

"There is no trying, there is only doing or not"
*******.

I've been trying.
Where the hell were you?

So I'm sorry
For not being there every second of the day
For not holding your hand in case you fall

Because this time,
It's your turn to hold me.
Will this pass?
Will my feelings flicker and fade
Until they are
A dying star on the edge of the
Universe?
Only when time stops and the moon drops out of the sky
Or maybe if…
No. Never.
Love me forever
And I’ll love you to the end of the earth
Yin
If Love is the better half
then I am gilded frame
lonely for stolen masterpiece.

I sought Home in wrong places.
It hides under covers
but these sheets are porcelain
and I am cold to the touch.

My roots are my rocks and suddenly
your name is carved in the bark
of my family tree

If Love is the better half
I am nothing without Yang.
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