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This agony, we call love,
I have fallen into,
And it's a great yet destroying feeling,
Especially when its a one way conversation of 2 hearts.
I saved your videos and pictures on my phone,
As a sad escape to feel less alone,
It worked for a while,
Until reality kicked in once again,
Then the blade returned to my skin,
The numbers on the scale started to fade,
Grades started to drop,
Never felt the same,
This was all a lucid dream,
As if i were on a high,
But i when i woke up,
I would have rather died.
When I overthink the air around me becomes heavy and makes it harder to breathe.
Sometimes I like overthinking because I think of things I never thought of before but most of the times...it worries me.
I feel trapped in this sticky web like I can't move no matter how hard I try...
And when I try to stop thinking the thoughts keep on flooding in from all directions!
I become incapable of speech
I feel a cold shiver wash over my insides
Yet my skin feels more than just prickly goosebumps
My brain-mind-center blinking
With a thousand flashing red dangerous lights.
I feel
Paralyzed.
I never knew what poetry was until I met you
-H
Spec-tac-ular

There may be times when you contemplate & debate...
&fee;; as insignificant as a grain of sand in the middle of the desert
but
Know that to me, you have always been the speck of dust out of the million other that stood out and glisnted gold in the swirling sunlight
While the others merely hovered amidst the air as if they where lost.


When people expect and expect...and expect of you
Until you feel like a piece of blue-tac that has been used over and over and over again
Until your sweet stickiness is lost
Know that I would still love you even if to the world you seemed useless.And I would remind you that even tho sometimes I'm not always there to freshen up your day I shall never stop trying to be there 4 you even if I lose my mintyness too...
because a tic never abadndons a tac


Because you are the girl who I will never be able to truly serve justice by describing you by words.

You are the one who I tried to describe by using the word
Spectacluar...
& even after I broke it down...
Even then...
Just like a beautiful forever unknown
There's always an end part that I can never fully know..about you
But I guess that's what makes you a beautiful mystery.

The fact you're like a precious golden 'speck'
And a 'tac' that never stops breaking off pieces of yourself to help others even if it means you have less

But...
'Ular' you are something 'ular' too...
I don't know what or what the 'ular' of you is...
But I'm sure whatever 'it' is...it adds up to make you...
*Spectacularly...you
I couldn't sleep last night, and I was thinking of my best friend <3
I was thinking about blue tac
And delicious orange and mint tic-tac's
And how beautiful dust looks is when it floats in the sunlight
And I had to write it all down...
and it all blended together like puzzle pieces...
As ridiculous and nonsensical as my thoughts sound
It's all true...and this is dedicated to her...
My golden speck-orangey blue tacky-ular(=something wonderful<3)
-H
I've overdosed on ashes
Yet I still remain

I've slipped in neck deep
It's choking me in these trenches

Ashes.Trenches.
ColdFlames.BurningIce.
I'm still...here.
RightHere.Waiting.

My head is buzzing,
My stomach dropping
Up and D     w
                  o         n.

My head is blowing up
bigger and bigger
like an enormous balloon
I'm ready to burst.
I want to scream
I want to cry
Yet here I am
dead quiet
unnoticed
.silent.
-H
...it even hurts to breathe...
-H
When I'm with you, reality is better than my dreams.
Without you, dreaming is better than living in reality
Because when I'm awake it's an ocean of waves crashing down constantly
Trying to break me
They say 'stay close to the things that make you glad to be alive'
But how is that even possible anymore?
-H
I don't think in
thoughts.
I think in
poetry.
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