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It ****** me off you won't talk to me Like I'm the worst person you've ever met Out of everyone who doesn't acknowledge me Your neglect cuts the deepest I thought we cherished the same memories Memories it seems you've already forgotten You must be incredibly lucky to have a mind so protective, Or maybe you're simply cruel and I never noticed You treated me like none other The love you gifted me healed a few bitter scars from my skin Now the new cuts I have look so familiar, But they're not the same The pain I wince at is signed with your name Another frame to hang in the notorious hall of fame Every so often I pass by to reminisce Since old love can be humorous at times, in a way But your image disappoints me As if the trust we built was made of wet sand, in your eyes Your eyes, the ones I fell deeply entranced in, The same ones you deemed ordinary, I proposed as incomparable But now they don't even see me, Paired with ears that refuse to hear my cries So I whisper to myself Words I wished I could tell you Maybe one day you'll listen And on that day I hope I'll be willing to talk Goodnight, Natalie I'll miss you
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Jun 23, 2019
Jun 23, 2019 at 4:57 AM UTC
Late Night Thoughts
It ****** me off you won't talk to me Like I'm the worst person you've ever met Out of everyone who doesn't acknowledge me Your neglect cuts the deepest I thought we cherished the same memories Memories it seems you've already forgotten You must be incredibly lucky to have a mind so protective, Or maybe you're simply cruel and I never noticed You treated me like none other The love you gifted me healed a few bitter scars from my skin Now the new cuts I have look so familiar, But they're not the same The pain I wince at is signed with your name Another frame to hang in the notorious hall of fame Every so often I pass by to reminisce Since old love can be humorous at times, in a way But your image disappoints me As if the trust we built was made of wet sand, in your eyes Your eyes, the ones I fell deeply entranced in, The same ones you deemed ordinary, I proposed as incomparable But now they don't even see me, Paired with ears that refuse to hear my cries So I whisper to myself Words I wished I could tell you Maybe one day you'll listen And on that day I hope I'll be willing to talk Goodnight, Natalie I'll miss you
It's been awhile, but I'm sad
#sad#late#night#feelings
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charlestruth
Jun 23, 2019
Jun 23, 2019 at 4:57 AM UTC
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