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Mar 2014 · 277
I miss you
crystallised Mar 2014
I watch our favourite films very often.
They're not as good anymore, though.
Feb 2014 · 256
February 17th, 2014
crystallised Feb 2014
Your hands are like a poem buried underground,
and every detail of your fingertips seem to find its way to the surface.
crystallised Feb 2014
I remember how much you hated new bed sheets,
how you lit up when I did coffee for you
and how you teased me for not liking it.
I will never forget our 4am walks on saturday mornings,
when we always studied the stars lying on the same field.
You always told me no-one could ever replace me.

People ask me if I miss you sometimes.
I tell them no but I don't really change my bed sheets that often.
And I've learnt to enjoy coffee,
I still take those 4am walks on saturday mornings
and I always study the stars lying on the same field.
And no-one can ever replace you, either.
Jan 2014 · 194
Would you
crystallised Jan 2014
If you read all I write about you,
would you come back?
Because I carve words
into my skin from midnight,
you are the poem I write till dawn.
A knife cutting me in half,
splitting me in two,
and all of this I did for you.
But would you come back?
Jan 2014 · 294
the flowers
crystallised Jan 2014
you came with seeds
and planted them inside of me
you watered them
with your love
and watched them blossom
into resplendent flowers
you plucked their petals off
one by one
you watched them suffer
and you let them die
Jan 2014 · 264
you never left
crystallised Jan 2014
its how you fought your way into my head
under my skin
and reached parts of me
no one ever discovered
its how you fought your way into my head
under my skin
and never left
and i can feel you
with every breath that i breathe
Oct 2013 · 233
02:36
crystallised Oct 2013
It's about having constant butterflies
and it's about staying up late at night
and have long conversations
and get lack of sleep
and regret it every morning
and then do it all over again
the next night.
It's about getting lost
in someones arms
and not wanting to
find the way out.
Oct 2013 · 178
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crystallised Oct 2013
-
My scars are fading,
and so am I.
Sep 2013 · 213
446
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.
Sep 2013 · 140
Untitled
crystallised Sep 2013
no one sees me
no one
but
you
Sep 2013 · 204
They
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
Sep 2013 · 264
What we are
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
Sep 2013 · 245
- You
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
Sep 2013 · 1.4k
Isn't it ironic
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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