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Naaliah Green Jan 2015
that it hurt when you cried,
and it hurt when you lied.

it hurt to see you hurt yourself,
and it hurt to hurt myself...

and then i remembered that it hurt...

that it hurt when you left,
and that it hurt when we were both depressed

it hurt that you always felt compressed
and it hurt that i suppressed my feeling when it came to you

whenever i think of you, i remember that it hurt.
there is this movie called Stuck In Love, and there is one scene when Rusty's father has gone through his journals and a entry begins "And I remembered that it hurt...", that line has always stood out to me, and i had to write about it.
  Jan 2015 Naaliah Green
Nathan Cross
She's smiling, but she's hiding.
Every girl is like the moon,
Parts are almost always hidden.
I learn those parts first,
and just watch the rest.

**-N.C.
  Jan 2015 Naaliah Green
B
10:23: Hey, I miss you.
11:47: I hope you're okay.
1:19: Please text me back, I'm worried.
2:10: Come back. Come back. Come back.
3:14: I'm so sorry.
3:26: I love you. Please reply.
3:58: Okay, well I'll be here if you need me.
4:17: I love you.

He never replied, but I'm still waiting.


          

                                 B.S.
  Dec 2014 Naaliah Green
Em
I buy how-to books on a lot of things
How to cook
How to clean
How to host a dinner party

I know how to love
and how to make 3 cheese lasagna
and how to remove stains
But I do not know how to hate

I wish I had a book
on how to loathe people who hurt me
Written for dummy's
or by Martha Stewart

You hurt me.
But I cant hate you.
For I don't have a book on how to be mad
at you.

And so I will never learn.
Because I will forever
and I will always
be in the wrong.
I've moved on from you but I will never move on from the victimization you put me through even if I still think it's my fault.
Naaliah Green Dec 2014
the moon is my companion
for it keeps all of the secrets that ive never told
we both share a tragic truth; a love that cannot be

the moon, like i, is in love.
every night the moon stays up thinking, instead of dreaming, of a girl who is miles away from his heart.
and when the moon finally falls asleep, his love shows her face.

i, like the moon, am in love.
every day i dream of a lover that is not real.
a person who comes to life behind my eyes.
i want to touch this love, but every time i open my
eyes my made up love disappears

the moon and the sun will never be
the union of their love only happens once every hundred years
i will never have my love, because he is my daydream
our union will only happen behind my eyes.
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