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I know you don't really care,
It's quite obvious, you see,
But I've fallen into disrepair,
This empty shell that is me.

Could you help me out?
One favor, for old times' sake?
And tell me, without a doubt,
Our friendship wasn't fake?
Wrote this really fast, I'll add a second part later
 Jul 2013 derelictmemory
Melisa
Hello love
I haven't heard your voice for days now
You were always one for the dramatic
I just didn't expect this
You left me so suddenly, you know?
And it wasn't like the movies
There was no last kiss
or embrace
Just your body lying lifeless on a silver tray
I had them cremate you
Because I just couldn't bear the thought of you
Six feet under
Left to decompose amongst living things
Like a mockery of your passing
Your ashes are spread amongst our special place
Somewhere only we knew
I refuse to accept you're gone
This love was never bittersweet
Nor was it easy
No, this love was ours
And it's end wasn't climactic
**It wasn't like the movies
I've been writing short films for a little while now and I decided to take things from a different, more blunt, realistic perspective. I wanted to write about how when true love is taken, it isn't like a film, or something written in books. There most often isn't a fairytale ending. When love is taken, the partner  remaining is suddenly left to begin anew.
You are my life
Mornings, noon’s, and midnights.
My sign in everyday
That its going to be alright.
A sign that this distance can’t keep us awake at night
And we can sleep tight
Knowing that our future together is bright
And I know its hard
To open your eyes each day
While I’m not there to wipe the tears away
I’m not there to hold your hand,
Or kiss your lips,
But baby, you hold my heart
And it’s kissed by every smile you start
Every breath you breathe
Makes me melt
…and every word you speak lets me know
That with this hand we’re dealt
…it isn’t impossible to win
It isn’t impossible to be felt
That I’ll hold you in my arms
And never let go
Cause baby, don’t you know?
That you’re mine.
You’re my little piece of sunshine.
And it must be divine
You must be my soul mate
This must be fate
It’s gotta be,
Cause baby, I’ll wait
Copyright © 2013 by Samantha Beckman

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 Jul 2013 derelictmemory
Camila
Who am I?
I'm a dreamer. I'm hopeful. I'm a bag of bones interconected with emotions, through my veins runs as much excitement as blood.

I am messy hair, small eyes and steady hands and my hair is as wild as me, and my small eyes catch all the  beauty hidden in the corners, and my steady hands become an earthquake when I'm about to be kissed.

I'm in my twenties. I'm a teenager in matters of love and I'm a grandma when taking care of my friends. I'm a beast when it comes to fighting and I'm the weakest when it comes to crying. I feel too much and show too little.

I'm a daughter, a sister and a friend. I'm worried. I'm anxious. I'm happy. I'm a rave as much as I'm a book and coffee. I talk until my voice fades but my mouth is a tomb for secrets.

I'm a writer and a reader. I'm a dancing machine and a shower singer.

I'm raising an eyebrow when I don't believe you. I'm a random kiss on the shoulder when I love you. I'm cafuné when I care for you.

I'm optimistic. I'm cautious. I'm becoming what I always wanted to be. I'm strongheaded and lighthearted. I'm in constant wait for the world to show me this is not it and fairytale endings exist.
For once I just want someone to tell me that it’s not true.
Why can’t you comfort me instead of tell me that I’m at fault too.
When I apologize don’t tell me, “Now you know how I feel.”
Forgive me. Love me. Tell me it’s a lie.

I feel like the world will be a better place without me.
And you just proved it.

I am so sorry that I am a terrible daughter.
I didn’t realize I was so bad.
I want to be better.
I don’t want to burden you anymore.

I just don’t know how.
I don’t know how to break my personality.
I don’t know what to do to be better.
I want to be better.

You are everything to me.
You don’t deserve to suffer a fool like me.
You are my hero and my angel.
I’m sorry if my existence hurts you.
i love you so much          
i know that  
if anything happened              
if you told me, you no longer loved me
or you couldnt be with me                              
it would **** me                                    
i know that is pathetic
and now that i know        
if you hurt me, it'll **** me                    
and i think you know that too

is this just a                
elongated form
of suicide?            
is it enevitable that you'll fall out of love    
and **** me?
yet i don't want to do anything
about it                      
i know you could            
**** me        

but you haven't yet      
you're my suicide
ramblings of a girl
with roses in her mind
yet sorrow in her soul
broken thorns in her heart

ramblings of a girl
with fire in her smile
yet ice prisms in her core
an unbreakable wall

ramblings of a girl
her laugh ethereal windchimes
yet teardrops drunk as wine
a salty flavor of despair

ramblings of a girl
with a garden in her room
yet the sun never shines
petals falling two by two

- - -

ramblings of one girl
her words come to life
yet she'll never be free
like the winged birds
her poems are

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