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 Jul 2015
Tyler Durden
I'm homesick when you're not with me.
 Jul 2015
WickedHope
the bends and curves were my favorite
you let me cover you
smother you
my favorite form
this expression
passion
black bleeding over you
on top of you
into you
kiss me one more time
with the petals on your tattoo
I just found the picture.
More to come about this.
 Jul 2015
WickedHope
What day is today?
I haven't done much sleeping.
          I can't guess that look on your face...
     I pass right through you --
       Or you through me.
                                      ...The feeling is the same,
                                No matter the details.

          "The invisible hand,"
                                They say it guides us all.
            That, in combination
                                                  With your well measured affection,
                                           Is perhaps why I feel
                                                    so small.
I promise, I'm trying to stop, I swear, really, believe me, or is this another game
What is in you is what makes me up.
I am made up of your love if you go away I'll die.
How can l live without you if you are my breath,
How can l see without you if you are my sight,
as awkward as swilling castrol oil is life,
because its you who makes me whole.

You are my robustness,
Its more than a burden to bear life without you,
You are my contentment,,
It will be like driving a mountain to grin without you,
I can be a hero to myself
if it happens that l live without you,
because it will be as difficult as a Greek puzzle for me.
You are the half that can make me whole.
You are the hour that makes my day.

I am made of you
You are my whole life
You are my strength,my happiness, my everything
A single day without your love l will be dead
because its you who makes me up.........
(True love that gives breath of life)
 Jul 2015
Hailey Ngo
Well you could sit there in the dark,
curl up with nothing but a knife
cutting through your back with a mark.
Waiting for the wound to end your life.

So you wait for a stormy day
to wash off all your pain.
In these graves are where you lay.
You've got caught up in all these chains.

So here is where you've been waiting
for the world to just stop spinning.
Here is where you've been hating.
Death around the corner, grinning.

Can you hear the silence?
Can you see their sneers?
Here is where you lost your balance,
here is where you found your fears.
 Jul 2015
WickedHope
Bleed in to me
If I cut myself open and peal back the layers
Will you come inside
Can I fold you into me
Not ******, contrary to the apparent popular opinion.
(will be making this longer later)
 Jul 2015
WickedHope
I have to write the things I can't tell you
It's been driving me insane
You treat me like I'm your sister
And you probably think I'm a pain
But thirteen years is too long to scribble your last name in note books
Play pretend with dolls
Daydream about a wedding that will never be reality
It's so unfortunate don't you think
I choose the wrong guys
You choose the wrong girls
They say I don't want to ruin what I have
I say I don't want to lose what could be
But how do I confess my love
To my life-long "buddy"
Yup.
~ ~ ~
Found this in my drafts.
I don't think I've ever truly understood the concept of having friends.
Is it that guy that whenever we hang out, we always get ******?
Or is it that guy that forced me to open up to him, yet we only talk twice a year?
Or possibly that girl I always wanted to be close to, but she never let me in?
If so, having friends sure is lonely...
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