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Metronome Dec 2015
My stomach churns
The cocoons in my stomach are hatching
The butterflies are coming out
My ***** is colorful
My heart is powerful
These feelings I feel
I've only felt one other time
This time for a girl I just met
Her smile reminds me of a powerful beam of light
******* blinding
So gorgeous.
So lucky
**But cursed
Kinda old. But at the end of all of this I'm actually with this girl now... Happy days
  Apr 2015 Metronome
babe
the truth is;
that i'll never stop loving
you.
that i will care about you
more than anyone around
you.
that everything you do makes
me smile;
every word, action, and hug
you give me,
makes my day better
and better everyday.
that i will lose my outside feelings
for you,
but not the ones inside.
because thats a whole different story.

but the truth also is;
i hate you
so much.
because i still love you
even after what you did to me.
you destroyed and broke my heart
every day after.
thinking that you totally forgot about me
and didn't care for me.
i gave you everything you wanted, too.
the attention, how i cared about you so much,
the advice i gave you with what you struggled with.
you gave it to me in return as well.
but not as much as me.

the truth is;
that yes i still love you
very, very, very much.
and nothing can change that.
Metronome Mar 2015
I have abandonment issues
Maybe that’s why I developed my anxiety
I cherish love and intimate moments
Although I have never felt truly loved
So when I receive affection
I get attached horribly
I’m “too” intense
I've been told that
I feel like a loser
Maybe I’m better off alone
Maybe I’ll learn to love myself more
Poorly written.
Conceptual
These are going to be drafts and first takes.
Hopefully I improve.
Metronome Jun 2014
I spawn love,
Is it a bliss or a curse?
Or is it for the sake of my ignorance
That when I look at my reflection
I see myself, screaming and crying
And I do nothing to help myself
Metronome Sep 2013
Is there a heaven for me?
The remnants of my life
Only filled with ill-disposed darkness
Living with an unstable family of alkali metals
It's hard for me to live up to what you expect from me
Unable to grasp the simple point of living
Living in a world filled with corresponding atoms
Atoms that don't combine only collide
To form an atomic bomb
Waiting to explode
I'm just looking for a solution
To the problem that's within us all.
The point of living in a world
ill-disposed with darkness
Thoughts.

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