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Grace Sep 2014
You think you're special then you realize
he talks to one
two
four
or eleven
other girls
the same way
Grace Apr 2014
God this is going be so bad but I can't even bring myself to care because nothing is going right. That feeling when everything is drifting away and you're left to stay afloat in the middle of the ocean (does this sound cliche) ? How many typical poetic sentences and metaphors do I have to use before someone understands how I feel ? To describe how it is to feel lonely like a star in the sky - so alike the others and so close, yet so different and so alone. To be  dependent of yourself and only yourself, because you are a panther in the jungle and you can trust no one or else they make too much noise. Like a panther, you are walking carefully on the tree trunks that have fallen under the wrath of Mother Nature, but the others, the elephants, they are stomping recklessly, diving headfirst in situations they cannot get themselves out of. You are a lone panther, drifting slowly and swiftly and barely alive through the jungle, like you are in life. But comparing myself to a panther, is that accurate ? They are brave and mysterious and dark : I am vulnerable, fearful and transparent. I am nothing I am in between and I am *everything
  Mar 2014 Grace
Ivy Rose
Or
I do not like this phase of a heart break.

When you purposely avoid love songs,
Or sometimes you play them just to make yourself feel like your hearts still pounding.

When the person you loved and hid from every waking soul is brought into a conversation.
Or when he isn't.

When you see other lovers who have made it years without the cruel hand of fate ripping their love from them.
Or when you see they haven't.

When you notice him writing you smaller, casual messages when they use to be breathtaking and beautiful.
Or when he doesn't write at all.

When I ask you if I am pushing you away and you say no.

"Alright, happy birthday! Text me later tonight?"

"Will do"


When every hidden goodbye ends with those two words. And my broken, belittled heart.

(i. r.)
Please don't do this.
I. Can't. Lose. You.
Grace Oct 2013
you **** me
in the sweetest way

your lips are sugary venom
stealing my air
and your honeyed words are weapons
slicing my heart
slowly
surely
eventually
killing
Grace Oct 2013
if I say it can't touch me it cannot touch me
which is why it's a problem
that you are touching me
and I cannot say no
Grace Oct 2013
you cannot save everybody, they said
or you'll end up morbidly sad
I replied,
maybe I like having holes
filled with numbness
in my chest
(where my love used to be)
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