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izzi3 Mar 2015
seeing you now
but not kissing
you is like
looking at a
word, but not
reading it. it
makes me feel
empty, and desolate
inside, kinda achy
almost nostalgic but
still shaking silently
from the last
time that you
dragged your fingers
across my chest
and told me
that you loved
me, ******* i
said but you
kissed me so
hard that i
believed for that
moment that you
did.

and i was
wrong.
so wrong, how
niave i was.
stumbling blindly towards
you, the only
light in my
darkness. look what
you've done to
me

so don't tell
me that i
didn't try my
hardest
because
**i did okay?
izzi3 Mar 2015
that's the problem
with life; i want to
know it all
but i can't be bothered to
*learn it all
might or might not add to this
izzi3 Mar 2015
a great big planet,
losing light from a sun
that we rely on to survive
it's things like this
that make you realise
just how small and
insignificant
we are
and how vulnerable
we are

and how small we are
compared to everything else
that is out there
among the stars
and the infinite amounts of
*space
izzi3 Mar 2015
i hope you like the stars
that i painstakingly painted for you
i tell you, it took hours for them to
dry and i really ******* hope
that they last longer than us

you leave me wild and scarily vulnerable,
cracking open, full of emotion, but
in awe and horrified of my own
capabilities

you've brought me to my knees with
such a brilliant display of passion
so great i cannot begin to fathom how you
even had it in you

but what of it
you said we were over
so i guess i'm back to trying to
paint the stars for some other
*daydreamer
izzi3 Mar 2015
~
this close to you i can see
the purple blemishes beneath
your eyes, the web of dark blood
vessels in your eyelids. you shrug
and practically tremble away from
me with a grimace

i don't want any more of your drippy
voice until you've got something that
is actually worth saying. It's like
you're cranking a drill in-between
my eyes and it's tearing me apart
with so much pain.
i might add more to this, i'm not sure if it's any good
izzi3 Mar 2015
are they?
or are they the disillusioned flames
of burning desire
so full of alcohol and their own thoughts
that their vanity has convinced them
that they are
when in fact they've never been
further from the happiness that they felt
when in the arms
of one they loved dearly
and who is now gone
they aren't
i wrote this on a comment on twitter then loved it and felt the need to share it because i just let my fingers untangle and spill everything out and i had no hope of controlling it, but it made something pretty and i think you'll like it. you probably won't read it, in fact i know you almost certainly won't but in my heart, it's dedicated to you.
thank you for letting me into your heart and showing me how to love, albeit briefly. i'm sorry we never watched the days grow older in each others arms, i would have liked that. very much.
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