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its funny how we don't talk at school
and we still end up dating

its painful to hear what others has to say
about our relationship just because they want you

its frustrating when you ignore my texts
because you were playing games with others

its blissful when we argued about
who loved who more

its funny how we didn't break up
because of all the trouble we've been through
my relationship in a nutshell
*******
For giving me false hope
Making me believe the lies that came from your mouth
*******
For letting me look foolish
Making me believe that you actually cared for me
*******
For deceiving me
Making me believe that you were faithful to me
*******
For wasting my time
Making me believe that it was going to be worth it

*******
to my ex
 Apr 2017 Chelsea Brooks
Yalni
Most people defined beauty through physical looks. Some are beyond what they see through their eyes. What hurts is they tend to fall in love with the looks, not the personality or the soul of the person. That's why most relationships nowadays are failed because they're not contented of what their partners have. They jump into others if they see more than what their partners have. But if you fall for the person's soul or personality you won't look for more because you are contented with what you already have. If you fall for the persons looks you're not in love with that person you just like her/him.
You said the anger would come back
just as the love did.

I have a black look I do not
like. It is a mask I try on.
I migrate toward it and its frog
sits on my lips and defecates.
It is old. It is also a pauper.
I have tried to keep it on a diet.
I give it no unction.

There is a good look that I wear
like a blood clot. I have
sewn it over my left breast.
I have made a vocation of it.
Lust has taken plant in it
and I have placed you and your
child at its milk tip.

Oh the blackness is murderous
and the milk tip is brimming
and each machine is working
and I will kiss you when
I cut up one dozen new men
and you will die somewhat,
again and again.
Postmortem, precoitus
Precarious promiscuity
Pantomiming presumptions

Enriched Enouement
Envying earthquakes
Empathetically evolving

Natural naivety
Needing negligence
Nymphomanic nodding

Instrumentally insane
Insinuating innocence
Immobilizing imagery

Sarcastically singular
Sacred succulent
Swallowing Satan
like smooth velvet words
on satin blue skies with white *******
painted with corn cob silks
upon a  backdrop of the
brightest hues of yellow red
the contrast of a mauve overhead
glares
when the sky turns green along
comes  that starry night
of Matisse eyesight and Van Gogh
splashing
down to earth to soil
in awe my mind made all
it possible
the midnight majesty and celestial gazing
just here right now
on plain
mother earth
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