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 Feb 2019 elliot
Jude
I despise myself for not being someone you could love.
Go ahead
hold me a little longer
than usual.
You say to me,
without using any
words at all,
"it should have been me,
its still me."
Like i don't already see
those sky blue eyes
every time i close my own.
Because we're still holding
on to god knows what.
Because it is you
and it will always be you.
 Feb 2019 elliot
Simoné
Seven Years
 Feb 2019 elliot
Simoné
It took me seven years
to realise
the words in my mind
were too deep for
my mouth to dig up
I thought it was easier
to open my skin
and let the truth
pour down my arms

It took me seven years
to realise
nobody should be allowed
to touch parts
of your home
or hold pieces  
of your heart
that you don't yet understand

It took me seven years
to realise
I will wear these scars
forever
I'll carry them
through every smile
every kiss
every concerned gaze
I'll carry them
to my grave

It took me seven years
to realise
the pain carved
into the walls
of my castle
etchings of
attempting to disappear
are not a story of weakness
but a tale of
how I survived
 Feb 2019 elliot
Azuraine
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 Feb 2019 elliot
Azuraine
Yes, you are my love . Your voice is the revelation that heals my heart and touches my soul. I survive on the magical letters of your words. I am gifted life’s air from the breath on your lips. I have become an addicted lover of the  madness of our love . I escape with you in the vast blue oceans in your eyes.I am consumed by the US of we . Yes, you are my love , and you are so much more.
 Feb 2019 elliot
McKenna Pickett
You said you'd always love me
I didn't know always meant until
you got bored.
 Feb 2019 elliot
Angelike
Untitled
 Feb 2019 elliot
Angelike
We fight just to make up
We make up just to fight
 Feb 2019 elliot
Sara
Since it was me who started it,
I must then beg your pardon; it
made sense to let my heartstrings
play the tune of your sweet laughter.

But use my heart as your ink-***
and I'll cry tears blue like ink blots,
asking "why?", I'd ask you "why?"
each time you say that we should stop.

Words run wet right down the page;
'til ***** and *** taste the same;
'til black and blue blend just one shade.
I thought love was something that lived just next-door-but-one to hate.
exploring the theme of disrespect within a romantic context

Edited: not personal
 Feb 2019 elliot
haylee
She doesn't love you.
She only wants you for the looks.
She is toxic and I don't get why you can't see that
"I'll deal with the ache"
Is it really worth it when you'll see her with her next victim soon enough?

Just remember my love, she'll always kiss you with her eyes open.
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