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 Sep 2018
stopdoopy
A Fix
Burn
Comforting
Fluttering
Itching
Need
Pain
Piercing
Pressur­e
Stabbing
Tingling

-still-

It's either euphoric or revolting,
what some would call love.
wrote this back in june, now it reminds me of some friends (lookin at you Cait-Cait and Trix)
 Jul 2018
stopdoopy
I believe I was in love before.
A burst of warmth,
like a gust of wind in the summer.
A joy that clouds the mind and makes it fuzzy.
Yes, I believe I was.
For how else can I explain the tears?
The pain when it ended?
The anger I was DENIED to express without causing further damage?
The sickness that penetrated so deep I could not eat for days.
Yes, I was in love,
but now it's a vague memory.
I wrote this almost exactly a year ago after reading cait-cait's poem "Obituary" by which it is heavily inspired- love you dude, happy birthday!
 Jul 2018
stopdoopy
Sometimes love isn't what you need.
 Jul 2018
stopdoopy
You can't always speak.

It's tiring,
to say the same spiel all the time,
lying isn't much better,
but the truth isn't an option.

It would hurt,
and we're already miles apart from where we began,
and I don't want to live without you in my life.

So sometimes I can't.

Please,
let's just sit here in silence a little longer.

So I can choke down the misery,
and smile for you.

Like a friend,
instead of someone who so hopelessly adores you.
and another one, tbh they'll probably never end


jk- the break up poetry will end eventually cause now that person is dead to me ****
 Jul 2018
stopdoopy
I ended it to make things easier for you.

One instead of two,
but now I ache as I watch you both,
you've pulled away,
the distance increasing.

I know you didn't choose me,
but I chose you.

Even if only as a friend.
post breakup again, yeet

the good think about only writing at certain moments is that you forget them, you move on and  now you can laugh about it
 Jul 2018
stopdoopy
I like to check on you
I don't know if you notice
what I'm doing
what I'm asking
what I mean
it thrills and scares me that you might
you broke me once
but I don't want you to think of me as damaged
I don't need the sympathy
I love you and you don't feel the same
but I need to know the truth
enjoy
 Jul 2018
stopdoopy
I should've known
all this time
how I got over new friends
the hurt when you didn't tell me first
frothy anger when I found out about the first
trying to take your time, "protect you"  
overbearing
jealous
conceited
daydream about kissing you...
but we were friends
the first poem...
friends?
that night in November when I came to conclusion...
I felt we were- could be more than friends
you felt the same but
there was a second man already
and I had to put my delusion aside
and be happy for you
and for myself...
based off a past relationship, I didn't like how jealous I was and it disgusted me

— The End —