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the first one was cocky and curly brown eyes, strong jaw a basketball boy who broke not only hearts but laws. i kissed him to forget my troubles i kissed him to forget i gave my all to him even though i was not his to give by the end of the year he sat in the snow, crying, alone i told him its not fun anymore, its time for me to go i stood beside him, wanting to leave needing to stay i knew we'd meet again but back then? he was nothing to me. the second one came in like a missle i didn't have time to react he was confident and smart i'd always admired that he held my hand and looked at me with greed he ran to my house at night and in need i spent so long saving him, i forgot to take a breath so i left him with a note telling him how i'd never love again at the time, i was lying, but things haven't felt the same since. third came a girl with danger dripping in her eyes mistakes tangled in her hair she was alive and carefree, so i never saw her despair i looked at her through rose colored lenses, she was perfect she was mine i didn't believe what others had said, even when i started seeing the truth with my own eyes she wasn't loyal and she wasn't kind, my head had made it all up it was hardest to leave this one, 'cause i never actually meant to fall in love. the last girl was dark sunshine her eyes were so grey so blue i felt the years on her shoulders, the world she constantly held up the entity in her eyes trying to escape the past she knew i wanted to make life easier for her i taught her love, unknowing that i was only teaching her to love me so when our time was up on the 17th, she asked to date, you see yes, i said out loud no, i said in my head i broke up with her three days later its not my fault, to me, romance is dead. what i gave to love you all what i gave to break your hearts but i had to do it i'm a poet, i simply wouldn't survive if i was ripped apart.
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Aug 27, 2019
Aug 27, 2019 at 12:22 PM UTC
people i loved and why i left them
the first one was cocky and curly brown eyes, strong jaw a basketball boy who broke not only hearts but laws. i kissed him to forget my troubles i kissed him to forget i gave my all to him even though i was not his to give by the end of the year he sat in the snow, crying, alone i told him its not fun anymore, its time for me to go i stood beside him, wanting to leave needing to stay i knew we'd meet again but back then? he was nothing to me. the second one came in like a missle i didn't have time to react he was confident and smart i'd always admired that he held my hand and looked at me with greed he ran to my house at night and in need i spent so long saving him, i forgot to take a breath so i left him with a note telling him how i'd never love again at the time, i was lying, but things haven't felt the same since. third came a girl with danger dripping in her eyes mistakes tangled in her hair she was alive and carefree, so i never saw her despair i looked at her through rose colored lenses, she was perfect she was mine i didn't believe what others had said, even when i started seeing the truth with my own eyes she wasn't loyal and she wasn't kind, my head had made it all up it was hardest to leave this one, 'cause i never actually meant to fall in love. the last girl was dark sunshine her eyes were so grey so blue i felt the years on her shoulders, the world she constantly held up the entity in her eyes trying to escape the past she knew i wanted to make life easier for her i taught her love, unknowing that i was only teaching her to love me so when our time was up on the 17th, she asked to date, you see yes, i said out loud no, i said in my head i broke up with her three days later its not my fault, to me, romance is dead. what i gave to love you all what i gave to break your hearts but i had to do it i'm a poet, i simply wouldn't survive if i was ripped apart.
the truth is inside me, i'm learning how to let it out.
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Aug 27, 2019
Aug 27, 2019 at 12:22 PM UTC
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