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 Jan 2015 hlakaniphile
splvrry
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 Jan 2015 hlakaniphile
splvrry
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You're* everything I need in whole,
You're the poison that runs wild in my soul,
You're the poison my veins have gotten used to.
Why does my dreams scream so loudly?
Why does it seem so futile?
I am too busy trying to fight things not worth fighting for,
But don't come here,
Don't you block the sun that shines on me.
I fell for him each day till I hit the ground. Till there was nothing left to fall for.
 Jan 2015 hlakaniphile
burned up
I can feel myself slipping into unrequited love
Like the ground beneath me is crumbling and there's no way for me to break my fall
But I don’t know, if there was, that I would catch myself
Because there's nothing about you that I don’t find incredibly endearing
The way you laugh at your own jokes,
Your dimples when you smile too big,
Your hand in mine when you're too drunk to walk on your own,
Your voice
Oh your voice drives me insane
Soft and rich, coaxing me to dip further into this river styx that you have created for me
But somewhere deep inside
I know that you're probably the worst thing that has ever happened to me
And I hate you
I hate you for being the way you are because it's so **** appealing
I hate you for what you've done to me, whether you know it or not
Because the only thing I don’t love about you is my infatuation
But it's too late for me to pull myself out of the abyss that is you
Even though you've swept me away like the dust under your couch
There's nothing I wouldn't do for you
You're like my own personal drug.
I think I'm in control, but slowly
I realize that I can never have enough
That I can never be satisfied with the little you're giving me
And that you have all the power.
So no, I wouldn't catch myself
I would let my body tumble as deep into the earth as it could go
Letting every chunk of dirt, every grain of sand follow behind me
Hoping that, eventually, it would bury me alive
 Jan 2015 hlakaniphile
z
foyer
 Jan 2015 hlakaniphile
z
you never listen and i
i am just a nuisance
to you so nevermind
what i said yesterday
it's not important
anyway
Love makes me cry
a thousand times or more
But true love
does crazy things
like loving someone
for a thousand years or more
even though ...
one could only live
up to 50........

Love makes me cry
Living in ruins
Eternity in dreams
Making impossibles possible
How could it be?
Who will love me
who will stay by my side
who will be there when I need them most

Sometimes I want to scream
"leave me, everyone does" I'd say
"stop toying with my life"

Sometimes I wonder
'I love unconditionally
what if I never loved at all'

If I had no heart
there'd be no ache
but there'd be a lost and angry soul

Life is misery
love is pain
but my life is a huge joke

I used to believe in many things
like love and mythical fairytales
but that did not last

I grew up looking for good
I knew since I was little
life is not sugar plums and gum drops

I knew the world was made of evil
I saw it all
before I even started middle school

I try to dry the tears
I try to bottle up the pain
but it just wears on me

I could hide my heart
It always beat so sorrowfully
it was always so steady

May you see life
may it be enlightening
may you learn from what you see

I learned to be true to myself
I learned to deal with some pain
I learned life is cruel

Love is a sensitive thing
love can hurt
but love can also feel good

When you find true love
you'll want to dance and sing
just be careful where you step

Things aren't always what they seem
they might look nice
don't base life on looks

I saw life
I saw death
doesn't mean I know them truly
Blue speckled eggs fell from nest,
peppered the pavement with
splintered fragments.
I couldn't bear to see another thing break.
I never thought I could fall apart so easily
until the day I heard my ribs crack and snap like twigs,
my rejected heart forced out onto the floor.
I think of those birds now.
And how you stood there, arms outstretched.

Some safety nets look like hands.
And they hold me together better than my own skin.
But even hands have gaps between the fingers.
And I keep slipping through.
I keep slipping through.
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