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Jordan Prewitt Nov 2014
I saw this quote,
and it gave me hope.
Hope that your love would come back..
and then we could start over..
but then I saw you.
Of course,
I got butterflies.
Butterflies that exist off idiotic hope.
I felt my feelings beam off me.
As if the butterflies escaped from my stomach.
You knew I still felt the same,
and I knew that.
I guess you thought you'd try for the spark we once had.
So,
You kissed me.
And I wanted to feel something so bad.. but I just couldn't.
The spark was gone this time.
And maybe it was because I was the match and you were supposed to be the flame,
but instead, you were cold.
I thought it would be so different..
That it'd be magical, I guess.
It wasn't.
Everything's so different now.
It will never be the same.
And it's time for me to say goodbye.
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Jordan Prewitt Nov 2014
I don't understand,
I still think about you every ******* day.
I lay in bed,
Wishing I could be by your side, wishing I could go back to the times we had.
Even the stupid arguments because at least I still had you then.
Now I have nothing but a couple notes,
out of the hundreds we exchanged,
and maybe a couple pictures,
deleting most because I can't stand to look at them,
But mostly its all in my head,
the memories.

Thinking of you just hurts.
I wish you would come to my door and apologize and kiss me hard.
But that's insane to even think that could be possible.
I miss you so ******* much.
I miss our kisses,
and our naps,
and our cuddles,
and our snow fights,
and ******* sitting next to you while you played your stupid computer games because you still acknowledged me and you'd kiss me.

I want your skin on my skin.
I want to stare into your eyes and see that sparkle you used to get when you saw me.

I love you so much.
I can feel my heart breaking.
I hope you can feel it too.
**** it, because I don't feel the same anymore, but I still like this.
Nov 2014 · 576
Struggling
Jordan Prewitt Nov 2014
Trying to stay sane is so difficult.
All I want to do is scream.
When I use this knife against my skin,
I feel as if I can let out what's inside,
At least a little bit.
I'm also punishing myself.
Punishing myself for these stupid decisions I have made,
In my short, short lifetime.
And I feel like there is something in me,
Dying to get out.
But I have no idea what it could be.
Maybe it's just my thoughts,
Or maybe it's the real Jordan..
Wanting to be seen..
But what even is the real Jordan?
Is she under all this darkness?
   Or is this darkness..
**Me?

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