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 Oct 2013 Mancenillier
Miranda
You used to call me cutie all the time.
Sometimes muffin instead.
You told me all the time
How much you loved me,
How amazing I was,
How I was too good for you.
But now you act like it never happened.
You walk back in my life
After leaving in such a **** hurry
And pretend nothing ever happened.
You act like staying up with me all night
Talking to me when I was upset
Never even happened.
You still tell me
"Morning"
When you wake each morning and
"Goodnight"
Before I fall asleep each night.
But it's different.
It feels like the love isn't there anymore
Then again, maybe it's not.
Maybe I just need to accept that
*You're not who I fell in love with.
i'm left feeling tense
on the wrong side of the fence
i try to clear my head
it's impossible, getting over of what's left unsaid
all of the lies and desception
but i'm niave enough to give you the exception
listening and talking obediently needs to stop immediately
i believe i'm finally seeing clearly
i don't mean to be an imposition
but won't question like the inquisition
forget superstitioin, i listen to my intuition
two ends of the spectrum
people are either lazy or crazy
try to play you for a fool
only being used as if you were a tool
since when did that become cool?
you try to be real but in return you get lies
that's why i no longer believe what i see with my eye's
there's been a depletion of the soul
and too much appreciation for ***** coal
the fire needs to start within
and once it's burning they try to put it out like it's a sin
these words only begin to tell where i've been
and at the end of the day it still pains
unless you learn to let go of the reigns
but i can still only look within
 Oct 2013 Mancenillier
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No. 17
 Oct 2013 Mancenillier
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I love autumn
Because it reminds me of the time when you said you were cold
So I broke open my chest with a hammer and poured my heart out to you
The blanket of sinew and thudding beats warmed your fingers only
 Oct 2013 Mancenillier
marina
i woke up to find your name
tattooed on my bones, and darling,
i don't mind at all
whenever i don't know what to title my poems, they end up as 'this is not a love story' or 'this is a love story' because honestly that's pretty much how i can describe every other part of my life
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