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j Oct 2015
"do not be attached"
I keep saying it to my mind,
but my mind just laughed,
and said
"you keep on saying that,
but you never do it"*
and then suddenly,
I realized,
it is easy to say,
but hard to do...
because, once you get attached,
detachment will leave marks.
Roxxanna Kurtz Aug 2015
Too many strings are wrapped
around my heart and chest.
With such a knotted mess,
I'll cut the ties
of heavily spun lies;
I'll feel alright again.
My bad habits strike again
your strong charm pulls me in
whilst you begin to lure me in, I'm never going to win.
quickly my mind is filled with only you
what can I do?
your wrongings always seem right,
I can no longer fight.
I'm stuck in a hypnotic spell,
can you not tell?
can you not see, I'm no longer sane for your own gain..
this isn't a game.
I'm no tool, but I'm definitely a fool.
you eventually break me with your demonic heart,
where I'm forced to make a new start
as you leave back to hell, but I still hope
you are doing well.
even while there's a hole in my soul,
you're too busy finding your next victim.
your devilish laughter, I can still hear and
I can still feel for l will never heal,
but I will still continue to damage myself doing the same mistake,
like a mindless *******.
although you have returned back to hell
Who's really in it?
emily grace Jul 2015
you were attached to me like art in a museum
you were my mona lisa
and i simply was the plaque underneath
WickedHope Jul 2015
I drown in sadness
I don't let go
It's my curse
The curse of strings
Tied so tightly they choke me
I can't break the bonds
No matter how I try
I am caught in a web
Of memories
Of hope
Of dreams
Of the past
Cut short
By me
I am a knife
A knife that can't cut myself loose
Only scare away
I threaten, I menace
Yet I remain bonded

I suppose even the sharpest blades have their limits
For the guy who introduced me to anime, the guy who sat across from me for the first time two years ago, the guy who made me feel awful about myself, the guy that made me feel stupid, the guy that made me feel better, the guy who let me take him to see an awful and cliche christian film, the guy who wore number seven, the guy I really ******* up with, the guy who opened up to me in December in a google doc when we were supposed to be doing a history project but ending up having a six or so hour conversation, the guy with the most incredible and captivating eyes (blue or other wise) I've seen to date...

Please forgive me for being lonely and stupid and dumb and inconsiderate and pushy and emotional and rude and sick. I'm tired of one of us being mad at the other, can we just be friends? I haven't been able to stop thinking about how I keep ******* everything up with you.

Please give me another chance.
TSK Apr 2015
No strings attatched
They loudly proclaim
As I feel a subtle tug.
This way, that way,
Upwards, down:
A guiding force
So small, so menacing.

No strings attached
They tenderly whisper
So close to my ear.
Do this, play that,
Lie here, forget:
My tiny concious
Easily crushed, easily displaced.

No strings attached
They persistently hiss
As I back away.
But why, what if,
How come, explain:
Life is a stage
So who is the puppeteer?
Cierra Spina Mar 2015
You can’t have my body
If I can’t have your soul
For I want somebody to hold
A heart to warm me when I am cold
Not a connection only skin deep
I want you in me
Just not in that way
I need someone in me
But someone who is here to stay
I’m not just a one night stand
I’ll tell you right up front
But I will be with you for longer
If commitment is what you want
Getting attached is far too easy
And I can’t stay whole
If I give pieces of my heart away
Only for you to soon part ways
So I’m making an offer
It’s here standing tall
If you want a chance to love me
Please give it your all
Jaimi M Jan 2015
I'm such a fool;
I fall too easily
with anyone
willing to love
me in the moment.
I get attached,
and they go home.
I end up the way
I started, only
feeling lonelier
than before 'hello'.
-JRM
marie w Dec 2014
IT'S THE INTOXICATING WAY
YOU DIDN'T CARE OR NEVER
WILL CARE ABOUT ME AND
MY PROBLEMS. IT'S THE WAY
YOU USED TO BREATHE MY
NAME IN THE DARKNESS
WHEN YOU THOUGHT I
COULDN'T HEAR. IT'S THE WAY
YOU DENIED BEING THE TINIEST
BIT ATTACHED TO ME EVEN
THOUGH BOTH YOU AND I
KNEW YOU WERE. BUT MOST
OF ALL, IT'S THE WAY YOU
LEFT ME, A SOBBING MESS ON
THE FLOOR, WITH YOUR NAME
AS A LAST BREATH ON MY
SWOLLEN LIPS.
m.w.
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