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crystallised Oct 2013
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My scars are fading,
and so am I.
crystallised Sep 2013
446
446 day ago since our fight and since we chose to go different ways.
Is it possible to be angry at someone for 446 days and then,
somehow,
find your way back to each other,
better than ever?
So much has changed,
but at the same time nothing.
Constantly nauseous and i can feel those butterflies.
Cliché. I know.
But it doesn't matter how much i'm trying to deny it,
i can still feel them.
And you're not supposed to give up on someone,
you can't go a day without thinking about.
And i can't do either.
I can't give up nor stop thinking about you.
Because it's been 446 days,
and i still think about you.
I still don't give up.
Everything happens for a reason and this happened,
at the most perfect time.
I hate it when people say someone else can save them,
because they can't.
But they can help them, i guess.
Give them that extra little push.
And that's what you did.
To me.
This is not really a poem, they are my thoughts. But still.
crystallised Sep 2013
no one sees me
no one
but
you
crystallised Sep 2013
they are the only ones
that can make me feel
good about myself
they are the only ones
that can make me feel
whole
they are the only ones
that can make me feel
alive
they are the only ones
that can make me feel
something
crystallised Sep 2013
Everyone used to ask me
what we are
and i always, always
replied with "i don't know"
"i don't know what we are"
but behind this wall
behind the shelter that i put up
because i did not want them to find out
about you
about me
about us
behind it
i always knew
that we were everything

Now when they ask me
what we are
my knees get weak
my body starts to ache
my words suffocate me
my heart knots
because i know
that we became nothing
nothing
crystallised Sep 2013
There are days when
all i wanna do
is spend
all my hours,
all my minutes,
all my seconds,
all my days,
by your side
And there are days
when all i wanna do
is spend
all my hours,
all my minutes,
all my seconds,
all my days,
as far away
from you
as i
possibly can
crystallised Sep 2013
Isn't it ironic
how i said
that i would
never
drag a blade
across my skin
because of
my fear of blood
Isn't it ironic
how people
didn't realize
that was my
perfect excuse
to do so
Isn't it ironic
how the things
we do to
feel alive,
are the things
that can **** us

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