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They ask me if I still love you. I blush, grin and say; of course. Why? Because your eyes are of the most utter ocean blue, but other days they're the currents of the stormy grey sea. I see a current of salty water, deep, once blue, but now a faded grey. I see a bundle of darkened grey clouds in the distance, and the thunder rumbles from your irises, and I hear it pound in the back of my mind. I wonder if you knew. I see a spark of lightening flash, only once in a while, while you look at her. My throat corrodes with bile. She says she sees green demons lurking in the depth of my own ocean currents, and I shrug. What am I supposed to say? I know you think about her. Night and day. The hardest part, is a generic, old saying. If you love them, you let them go. If they love you enough to stay, or to come back, you never let go. But you haven't come back.
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Nov 29, 2012
Nov 29, 2012 at 12:15 AM UTC
They ask me if I still love you.
They ask me if I still love you. I blush, grin and say; of course. Why? Because your eyes are of the most utter ocean blue, but other days they're the currents of the stormy grey sea. I see a current of salty water, deep, once blue, but now a faded grey. I see a bundle of darkened grey clouds in the distance, and the thunder rumbles from your irises, and I hear it pound in the back of my mind. I wonder if you knew. I see a spark of lightening flash, only once in a while, while you look at her. My throat corrodes with bile. She says she sees green demons lurking in the depth of my own ocean currents, and I shrug. What am I supposed to say? I know you think about her. Night and day. The hardest part, is a generic, old saying. If you love them, you let them go. If they love you enough to stay, or to come back, you never let go. But you haven't come back.
EDIT: Wow. Never expected this to blow up as big as it did. I thank you all so much! EDIT: 2/15/14 i would say i never loved you, but that is a lie. they say that your first love makes you realize, your first love wasnt really your first. i pray for the day this happens. *getting over you was the best thing i ever did. and i did it for myself.* so, one last: **** you.*** EDIT: 9/14/14 i still hate you. and you don't deserve her. EDIT: 12/01/14 im sorry. you still arent the same person and neither is she. but we all grow up. EDIT 10/14/20 I was going through my bookmarks on my old computer and found my old writings. I just wanted to update this one last time to say things are better, things are good. Thanks again for all the likes and comments.
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Nov 29, 2012
Nov 29, 2012 at 12:15 AM UTC
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