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Rebekah Dec 2014
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and I remember when you said you loved me and those words made me feel higher than any drug possibly could
Rebekah Dec 2014
my lungs are like flowers,
they blossom
when i breathe

but like when winter comes,
they wither
when you leave
idk i've had this written down for ages
Rebekah Dec 2014
i hate how you made me feel
you lit me up like a match,
made me feel wonderful,
passion burning and fire running
through my veins with this
new found excitement and love
but then you breathed,
words spoke to harsh, to rough
and my fire went out,
i was left damaged,
wounded and a waste of a match
tossed to the floor for you to pick
another one out of the box
you do the same with it
but this one lights your cigarette,
this one gives you what you need,
a fix, the adrenaline rush
but i could not
i am recycled trash,
made a new but still the same.
the same thoughts, the same feelings-
feelings for you and sometimes i think of us,
sometimes i wonder, why didn't i light your cigarette?
why was i tossed away
like i meant nothing to you?
it turns my heart to dust to
think you meant everything to me
when to you i was nothing more than a burnt out match
Rebekah Dec 2014
"you look happier lately"
i smile
i'm not

"are you doing okay?
yes, better
i'm dying inside

"i think the world of you"
you shouldn't
you don't

"and i worry"
there's no need anymore
please help me

"keep smiling"
thanks, i will
*you'll never know
Rebekah Dec 2014
I am unable to explain the pain you caused me -
I mean, you ripped open my chest and grabbed my heart like picking a flower from the grass; you showed me off in a pretty vase for people to see, but all that I wanted
were your eyes on me.
Then, when you had me for so long and my petals withered and fell and my stem arched with the weight of your voice, you took me from the vase and tossed me away like I was nothing; you just left me all alone, and it's hard because sometimes- well at all times - I think of you, and how you would laugh at my jokes with a sound that made flowers grow in my heart or how you would trace patterns on my skin with your finger tips - my god I wish they had scarred just to give me proof that you were real, that we belonged to eachother, but the marks faded as you left and you didn't even tell me why,
what did I do but give you all I could?

Now every day I just watch you from afar and you act as though nothing ever happened between us, like the nights I stayed up with you and held you as you cried were washed away like the tears on your face or how the fire in our souls would run through our veins like flames when we made love were now ash that got caught in the wind, And it ******* hurts you know, because I lay awake at night wishing you were next to me, stuck in this oblivion of nothing, you moved on like I was merely a word in your book when you were the reason I wrote mine -  how could you drag me from hell just to throw me straight back in without a care in the world?  
I don't know how long the pain will last but
I hope it ends soon because
I can't ****** g breathe without you
idk my pen didn't stop

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