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You **** me in different ways
But I'd still choose you
Because you break my heart like no one else does
was it love or open heart surgery?
i think it'll take me years to find the answer
because well
for years you were my answer
and i'm beginning to learn you don't matter
all that much.
it's strange how something so small
can become something so large
and vice versa,
like how you drove my heart
through the brick wall i've been
staring at for too long
how you woke me back up
how you never said i wasn't enough,
how you loved me more than i've
ever seen someone love another,
until i lost you too many times.
all my strings came undone and
my marbles went rolling and
i had this steady voice in my head telling me
something was missing. reality wasn't real anymore.
this is emptiness and i'm learning to embrace it
this is me yelling at the god i don't believe in
this is tracing the remnants of your veins, like
the roadway map i followed to forget us
this is me meeting the day i met you
i'm shaking my soul so violently maybe
i'll shake you from my memories too
You left me.
I was alone.
You were supposed to be there,
but you decided who was most important.
I want you to know that it hurt me so bad,
I felt like I had died for a time.
But then I realized it was you who died,
and I mourn your loss.
The ghost of my friend hangs over my shoulder.
And I mourn you.
But this was your choice.
So when its all over,
and you have questions and want answers..
Find a mirror.
Because I won't mourn you forever.
I can't,
Don't you just hate it
when you put all your effort in a relationship
when you both feel the same way,
but he doesn't love you back the way you love him?
That he doesn't put as much effort,
just sits and soaks up the
attention and affection
rather than reciprocate the same?

You want him to love you back like you do,
and you know he once did,
but now,
he doesn't answer your texts,
your smiles,
your everything.
just a ramble...and yes, sir, I am talking about you. Grr.
The first mile you walk with a person
is for friendship.
Small blisters and cramped toes --
why don't you try walking in heels?
Didn't think so...

The second mile we walk
is for love.
Now the bleeding starts --
little drops, here and there,
never enough to ****.

The third mile my grandparents walk
is for rediscovery.
They're used to the shoes by now --
the "You like pie?" moments;
the little things that make them remember.

The fourth mile we all will walk
is for mourning.
Learning to live without --
blood trailing behind you,
yet the march must continue.
Hi :) hope you enjoyed <3
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Can you hear ?

What do you see ?

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Gentle girl

Simply

The boy wanders the hills

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What do you hear ?

Can you see ?

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Eagle

In the sky

Oh oh

Vulture

The day

War is here

The children are fleeing

Everybody

Just a refugee

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Can you hear me

Is it you I see

Fleeing to the hills ?

Simply

Refugees
Step outside and let
the cold breeze
carry you away
with the wind.
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