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ConstantEscape Jan 2015
They ask me questions.

'What do you want to be
when you grow up?'
An actor.

'What do you want to be
when you grow up?'
A singer.

'What do you want to be
when you grow up?'
Someone who helps others.

They kept asking.
They kept wondering.
They wanted an answer
I want to be
whatever you
want me to be
I want to be
I want to be
I want to be
I want to be
someone who owns
a coffee shop.

No questions asked,
they finally
accepted my answer.

I didn't really want to
but there was something poetic
about owning a coffee shop.

They continued
asking me questions.

'What is your
new years resolution?'
I don't know.

'What is your
new years resolution?'
I don't know.

'What is your
new years resolution?'
To get good grades.

'What is your
new years resolution?'
To be happy.

They accepted it
because it was what
every one else said.

But all I wanted
for my new years
resolution was
to be lost,
to find myself.
ConstantEscape Dec 2014
I can't
write about you
because
you haven't
hurt me yet.
ConstantEscape Dec 2014
broke my knuckles
punching the wall
because I thought
about what you said
when you promised me
you'd always love me
the sincerity in your eyes
when your lips curled up
do you always lie?

broke my heart
chasing after you
i wonder if it was worth it

then again, in my love for you
i found my eternal love
poetry

not everything is a lie
but everything about you is.
ConstantEscape Dec 2014
As a child, I was always warned
never to love a boy
who breathed in smoke
because he would love
his cigarettes more than
he'd ever love me

and ever since
i've been afraid

but when I met you
fear didn't consume me,
the exhilaration of loving you did.

It was all I wanted.
It was all I did.

Until I made you choose
between your cigarettes and me.
ConstantEscape Nov 2014
Maybe I'm uncomfortable
with the people
going around the house
I was raised most of my life in,
finding reasons to buy it
or arguing for a cheaper price.

Maybe it's because
there are too many flaws
a broken pipe,
a crooked tile,
severely ***** walls.

I think it's because my childhood belong here.
There, the tile of tears,
here the couch of laziness,
there the corner of misery,
there the wall of happiness.

Our marks, taller and taller,
growing with our height.

All that, and more,
will be gone.

And no one wants it,
because they don't know
how much it means
to grow up here.
ConstantEscape Nov 2014
I don't understand why
it shouldn't even hurt anymore.

Why is it that healed scars hurt
even when you scrawl at them?

Why do you open something
when you know its going to hurt?

Do we want to feel the pain?
ConstantEscape Nov 2014
Effective Opening -
Once upon a time...

Repetition -
I loved you again
and again
and again
and again
and I couldn't seem to stop.

Triples -
You were three things to me,
my heart,
my soul,
my life.

Hyperbole -
The way my eyes shone when I saw you was exaggerated.

Protagonist -
Me.

Antagonist -
Her, no wait, you.

Conflict -
You love for me and her.

Plot twist -
You loved her more.

Euphemism -
You fell in love with someone else -
you just fell out of love with me.

Dramatic Irony -
You told me
you thought I was the one.
It was ironic how
you broke up with me
ten days later.

Pathetic Fallacy -
The day it was over,
rain started pouring out of my eyes.

Rhetorical Question -
Did you ever love me?
Or was I just to fill the abyss until you met her?

Anagram -
'i love you.'
'O Evil You.'

Faulty Parallelism -
My love for you was eternal,
not like yours.

Effective Ending -
She's broken [she is me]
s(he's) br(ok)en

Epilogue -
I'm okay.
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