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  May 2015 Mikayla
Death by Daydream
I hate how you broke me down
Only to build me up
Just so you could break me down once again

I hate how you convinced me to open up to you when I was shy
Only to give you what you wanted from me
And then tell me to be ashamed for being so exposed

I hate how you would ask me what’s wrong
Only to pretend to listen as I would cry
And then tell me off for thinking I have it harder than others

I hate how you would tell me you loved me
Only for me to find out that you have another lover
And then to get angry with me when I would try to move on

I hate how I wasted my time loving you unconditionally
In hopes that you would love me too
Only to realize after eight months that you don’t deserve me
  May 2015 Mikayla
Brooke Davis
I don't want to imagine you and her
hands intertwined
walking together in the dark concrete jungle
while I'm left alone on these cold dirt roads.

I can't imagine how you could ever
love a girl like me
that looks upon your past
with such jealousy.

And you wouldn't imagine
how one look in those eyes
makes me gravitate towards you
and forget those times
when you were
with her.
Mikayla May 2015
You took away my innocence.
You took it like it was type of prize.
You ******* me over.
Literally.
It’s hard to pretend,
you never mattered.
Please don’t walk away,
I won’t be okay.
You ******* me over like some type of prize.
You’ve been avoiding me.
I can see it in your eyes.
You took my innocence,
Like it was some type of prize.
Now I take my life,
just to sleep.
I told you I wouldn’t
be alright.
You called my bluff..
My life flashes before my eyes.
It was all just a lie.
Mikayla May 2015
Seeing you with her.
Knowing you moved on.
Why can’t you see how bad it’s hurting me.
You moved on,
I’m gone,
Goodbye.
This is life,
This is how it’s suppose to be.
I cry every night.
I try to forget.
I try to let go.
I wish you were here.
I wish..
You still loved me.
I know,
I know,
It’s a dream.
It won’t come true.
I don’t need you.
Mikayla May 2015
The way he looks at me,
the way he smiles at me.
I wonder what it feels like..
To what..?
Feel envious,
Hate,
Love..?
His green eyes, look at me.
His eyes make me feel bare.
My emotions are fleeting,
to some mythical place.

— The End —