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basil Oct 2021
so long did i ignore
the red flags,
i avoided hearing the music
for what it was.

perhaps,
when you’re deafened by love,
you cant hear the dismal chords.
i couldn’t hear the mismatched notes
over the melody.

through broken-down vibrato,
i learned to love your song.
i listened to you on repeat,
until i memorized its entirety.

when i would listen enough,
i could hear the imperfections.
i heard your words,
i grew to hate the music.
Deep Sep 2021
That dream of
becoming her lover is over,
She and I quitted that idea,
Back to friendship now!
We text like we used to
but now with some restrictions,
I don't know whether she
knows or not,
It hurts every time
I see her notification popup on
my phone, and don't reply
instantly "I love you more"
miss joe Aug 2021
erasing you hasn't been simple
i never will completely
deleting pictures and messages
sorting it all out so neatly

you know i love the rain
listening to it pour
i wish you the very best
but i won't be here anymore

i know you're hurting too
we're stuck feeling so blue
i know you're hurting too
it's what's best for me and you

it's painful for us both
don't let me keep coming back
how can you still love me
there's so much that we lack

you loved when i sang
i'm stuck now singing about you
i hate that it's come to this
it's true

i know you're hurting too
it's hard to go through
i know you're hurting too
it's what's best for me and you
i actually wrote this as a song haha
caden Aug 2021
I want to write about you
Not because I miss you or because I still want you.
I want to write about you so that I can stop having nightmares about you. I pray for the day that I wake up in the morning from a restful sleep of beautiful dreams in which you don’t appear. Because I’m too old to still have nightmares.

I want to write about you so that I stop seeing you in my memories as someone who loved me because you did not.
I have to write about you and all of the hell that I went through to be with you so that I can pretend as though I am healed from it.

The truth is, it has been 2 years since I last was emotionally drained and tied to you.
It has been approximately 730 days since I was associated with you.
And you would think that would be long enough to rid your scent off of me.
It doesn’t matter how much I’ve forgiven you for what you put me through, or how many times I’ve written letters I’ll never send.
I still cannot escape the words you told me when I was so young and impressionable.

I write about you so that I can come to terms with what you made me endure.
I write about you so that the next time I think of you in any remotely positive light, I’ll remember that your favorite thing to do was tell me you didn’t want me. I’ll remember if I write about you that you pressed skin against skin with my close friend and then made me question my love for you after the truth was uncovered.

If I write about you,
I remember the monster you really are
Because I’m tired of seeing the best in people.
Anais Vionet Jul 2021
Someone broke my best friend’s heart.
They’d been together throughout the entire lock-down.
And even though it looks like we’re entering a freer time,
he said it felt like she’d become part of the claustrophobia.

Explanations can snag on nerves like fishhooks.
Some explanations are just barely better than nothing.
Sydney Jul 2021
I knew right away
when you stopped choosing me.

I knew because you started
only texting back one word replies,

I knew because none of you snap stories
from our trip included me,

I knew because you started untagging yourself
in my instagram pictures - that you told me to tag you in,

I knew because you lied about
other girls being down the shore,

I knew because you changed your Facebook
picture to you and a "friend",

I knew because in the photo
you were wearing a shirt that I bought you,

I knew because you said
she was just an old friend,

I knew because you changed my contact name in your phone
but wouldn't explain why,

I knew because you started rehashing previous drama
just to find an excuse,

I knew because you started
ignoring my calls,

I knew because you said you
just weren't ready for a relationship,

I knew because you said you
needed some space,

I knew because two days later your Facebook said
"In a Relationship" with the girl from your picture,

I knew then that you had never been choosing me.
You were placing me,
into the void of whatever your life was missing.
Merely a place holder
until you found what you really wanted.

I knew, right away
that you stopped wanting me, choosing me, and loving me
because you never wanted
to choose me
to love
at all.
Lily Audra Jul 2021
The warmth and earthy scent of the forest floor is gone and instead,
It's ashtrays and sore eye lids I don't
Know how to dislodge the small, grey stone in my throat sometimes
The stone chokes me I wish
I could peel back my skin like a spring onion,
And reveal and fresh new me,
As if the broken, beige bit never existed I love
The sound of washing machines going round and round,
And round and round and round and round I think
About the tree trunks and buttercups and melted ice creams and as the air warms like this I feel sick and
Foolish,
And I can't look at things through my eyes I want
You to be happy and I'll try
And be like a spring onion,
All shiny, and green and white.
stillhuman Jul 2021
I dreamt of you
letting go
and because
that had never happened before
I woke up
I've kept you in my hands for so long I had no other space to grasp new things.
I let you go now in the box of my memories
Anais Vionet Jul 2021
There should be clearer signs,
as a relationship starts to break up
- the hiss of steam, a twist of smoke perhaps
or debris distributed across a hot,
cloudless, summer evening sky.
That way, the force of recognition
wouldn’t be so much of a slap.
breakups, can be sudden, like car wrecks
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