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lxve Apr 30
Oh, there she goes again, stopping by your heart
It's not long till you'll want another start
The pain resides within you, you try to get away
But how can you, when your soul is saying "stay"?

You know it's wrong, it'll end badly
But she's got you on a hook wrapped around so tightly

How do you remove someone from your life in vain
If every stone from your path shouts their name.
It's like a parasite, an illness without a cure
So you try and try again just to be sure

I can't compete with her, no I wouldn't dare
For your eyes draw a love that doesn't compare,
But if I did, would I be the winner in such fight?
Or would I be the villain, two crossed out words in this path that feels "just right"?

Do I let that invisible string intertwine my brains
And feel the pain linger as it flows through my veins?
No,
The door is halfway open, window's completely gone,
I try and try again but for the love of god I can't move on

Compared your acne to constellations in the sky
The sun and moon to the gleam inside your eyes
So during every sunset, every night
I was always mesmerized, just looking at the light

Every laughter, every game, every joke you'd make
I cherished it cause I felt like it'd be the last memory I get to take
Never really asked myself why
But in a way, I wanted you to be mine

The eyes, the hair, the love is out of sight
Yet they reach my mind in the middle of the nigh
You say you like me, but not in the way that I want you to
I keep on waiting and waiting, oh what else am I to do?

So here I end my poem, but with a lot more to say
My kindest regards, to the one that got away.
I've never been the one to write poems, but when those rose-colored glasses hit, it's as if words come out like a waterfall
The flame is dying though, and I'm not sure if the writing spark will ever come back, or maybe it will just be a fleeting moment before emptiness flows again, but I'll still come back to this poem as proof that yes, I was able to love once.
lxve 2d
Memories flood back and again I'm lost in time
Is there a button I can press so I can rewind?
Maybe a phone number, a code that I could call?
Cause "I don't hate you, not even a little, not even at all"

If I pressed that button, would I be able to forget
The fact that we ever really met?
Would we be just two souls, out there in space
Never to have met each other face to face?

Do I even have the strength in me
To leave your life and let you be
Without another word left to say
Would you really be okay?

The answer is no

I have the thoughts, though paper's not filled
I do have the pen, but the ink's been spilled
The will is there and yet is nowhere to be seen
But what does that really mean?

Although the empty and the silence does sound "fine"
I can't pretend that our pasts didn't intertwine
I notice my tapestry of life slowly forming for all the years that it took
But I somewhat like how it's starting to look

It's not perfect however when being in a calm flow
From it's edges I can see a faintly glow
And for my history to be this way for me to SHINE
Then no, that button I will not press to rewind.

There's been some ups (and downs more than I can count)
But I knew with you (and my crew) around I'd be safe and sound
And since I'm certain there's much more in store for me
I'm throwing in the towel and just let the past be
Originally this poem only ended after the three stanzas, but after weeks and weeks of reflecting, I decided on turning it into more of a hopeful message, in a way to prove to myself that I can be my own source of light in the pitch black corner of my thoughts.

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