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amavi Aug 2019
I really am
Sick and tired
Of you

I really am
Sick and tired
Of holding on

I really am
Sick and tired
Of not moving on

I really am
Ready for
Something new
amavi Apr 2019
Du var som gruset
På en trottoar i december
Därför
Ville jag ha dig
För jag trodde det var du
Som hjälpte mig stå när gatan var hal
Men jag glömde tacka mina egna ben
Som hjälpte mig upp
Varje gång du misslyckades skydda mig
Från vinterns alla brutala fall
Men nu är våren här
Och jag ser dig inte
Men jag är inte ledsen
För jag vet
Att bland alla betydelselösa gruskorn
Finns någon som kommer pryda min trädgård
Och inte bara vara gruset på en trottoar
Do I dare to read this in my swedish class? Probably, but never as the author.
amavi Mar 2019
I saw you again today
And it felt like I had my heart broken all over again

Our eyes met
And I wished that moment would have lasted another second

We walked past each other like strangers
And it reminded me of our summer together

You were with another girl
And for some reason I was happy for you

I saw you again today
And it felt like I was moving on finally
I always manage to see him these days.
amavi Jan 2019
I wish I was in love, so I could write a love poem again.
amavi Jan 2019
they ask me why i’m so tried
and
i explain that i haven’t been sleeping
but
they tell me to “just sleep”
as if
i could
because
if that was the case
i would
however
they don’t realize how lucky they are
to
not have to fear their own mind
every
single
night
how lucky they are
to
be able to
“just sleep”
amavi Jan 2019
Moonchild
they call me
cause i lie awake
at night
and
talk to the
moon

Not daring
to drift
away
for my mind
scares
me

The
moon
will be my
sweet
salvation

The precious
moon
who keeps me company
when my mind
is ready
to
self
implode
and no one
can piece me
together

The
moon
will watch over me
like i
never
could
like no one
ever
would

My home
is a
crater
on the moon
where i am
shielded
from
my own
mind

They call me
moonchild
amavi Jan 2019
I think about you still, fortunately.

I think about
how your hands would find my waist in a split second,
how your lips would reach for mine like magnets,
how your heart would beat faster every time I laid on your chest,
how our love seemed so perfectly flawed,
how we could have been living had I not broken your heart,
how you’re kissing someone else,
how you’re loving someone else,
how I lost you.

I think about you still, unfortunately.
I hope you never read this confession.
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