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She hates the way he says her name,
He makes it sound more beautiful than ever.
She knows she will never hear them again.

She hates every time he tells a joke,
His jokes were never funny, but makes her laugh so hard all the time. She knows she will never hear one again.

She hates it when he makes faces,
It's so cute it makes her heart skip a beat.
She knows she will never see it again.

She hates it when they talk,
She can't even look at him in the eye.
She knows, it might be their last.

She hates it when his hands hold hers,
She really likes to.
She knows it is the same hands she has to let go.

She hates it when he says hi,
These two letters could make her day.
She knows she will never hear even one goodbye.

She hates it when he walks towards her,
Her heart beats with too much excitement.
She knows she will watch his back as he leaves her life forever.
Because pain demands to be felt. HAHAHA
Part one.
You can't always gain what you've lost
Maybe someone's willing to be a replacement
Until he will be the one you treasure the most
But sometimes, the emptiness inside is permanent
He
He is not the guy I am looking for
But why did I find him?
He, who has eyes that says a thousand words
He, whose prose is nothing but absurd
He, who has a smile that makes everything brighter
He, who makes a not so good reader
He, who is a perfect gentleman
He, who makes an ordinary day to a best one
He, who cares so much about others
He, who turns winter into summer
He, who doesn’t want to see a girl cry
He, who is never afraid to give anything a try
He, whose heart already belongs to someone else
It doesn't really makes sense
Why do I have to meet someone as perfect as him
Only to make me feel that I can never have him
This is a goodbye poem, I guess? Hahaha
Why
He
always
do
the
oddest
things
but
not
loving
me.
Just an almost midnight thought.
  Oct 2016 damsel in distress
curlygirl
the hardest
part of
letting someone
you love
go is
making yourself
stay away
I used to hate cemeteries.
I hate the way it reminds me of my memories.
It reminds me how I lost someone and never had the chance to say goodbye.
Telling me I could no longer see him again no matter how much I cry.
It makes me regret of things that should have been and what ifs.
But when I visit you today for the first time, I was relieved that at least there was a place like this.
Where it can prove to me that you were once real.
That you really happened to me.
Your name engraved on the stone makes me remember that once in my life, someone like you existed and loved me.
I realized the true purpose of cemeteries- *to remember.
Inspired by Love is Dead.
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