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Dec 2014 · 459
Stopover
rugbrat Dec 2014
They say
You can’t make homes out of human beings
But I made one out of you
All those 3am conversations
Thinking you felt the same way too

I dug myself a hole
And knew eventually I’d fall in too deep
In the end
I found myself buried
Under your lies and deceit

They say
Play with fire and you’ll get burned
A moth to a flame, I was to you
You led me on with burning desire
To a path all bent askew

Then the light left your eyes
Conversations ran dry
She came back
And I knew you would leave
Right then and there I felt your goodbye

They say
You can’t make homes out of human beings
And I made one out of you
But I was just a stopover
On your journey to someplace new
Nov 2014 · 292
F
rugbrat Nov 2014
F
What does it take
For a second of your attention
Just a simple smile
Or a glance in my direction

I tune them out
When they say I deserve better
They say I'm a fool for liking you
But what they think doesn't matter

How lonely it is
To fight alone in a losing war
Just know I'll always be here
Always longing from afar
Jan 2014 · 377
maybe
rugbrat Jan 2014
maybe it's the way he laughs
at the simplest things
or the brown eyes
that remind me
so much of yours

maybe it's the butterflies
i try so hard to hide
when i get so weak in the knees
and my hands tremble
from just hearing
the sound of his voice

maybe i will never stop seeing you in everyone
maybe every now and then
you will keep
crossing my mind

i could go on with all the maybes
i could think up all the reasons
why you never stayed
but i guess
i'll never really know why

— The End —