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Arcassin B Mar 2015
By Arcassin Burnham

Like I said,
There is no need to hide
Ripping out your entrails,
Punished for your betrayal,
You will prevail,
To be an enemy of Mine,
now thats pErfect grammar
Cause I'm actuaLLY attending to care to diss you,
The ******* unfit mother you are,
You should be in the slammer,
Your kids wouldn't miss you.
**Now Thats Perfect Grammar
Told you :)
lost in thought Dec 2014
him
My heart breaks for him.
My love fades but is still here.
He hurt me but I still trust him.
Why do I still trust him?
He is my hope.
He is my joy.
Yet he is the worst thing to happen to me.
He hurts my heart with his words.
He never loved me.
He never even cared.
He refused to get close to me.
To open up.
I opened up.
Told him my secrets.
Trusted him.
Then he goes and tells everyone.
Digging through this wall in my mind
Trying to erase you
Amazingly
It's so much easier than last time
All the little remnants of
you
Just bad memories
And dreams I'm glad
never
came true
Thinking of the things you
did
And will probably do
I'm so glad we're through
That
"love"
was never true
But
me,
I've found something new

Seriously
It's joyous not thinking about you
I
actually feel happy
In a way you
never
made me
Now you message me.
Really,
Trying to be friendly?
No.
I know what being
loved
feels like now
And it was never
you
So, do us both a favor....
Admit you wish it was me
Instead of her
Cause, we both know
she never loved you
either

At least I actually cared about you
Please, notice the past tense
Like in my name
The feelings are through
I know you'll
Never Forget
*The Girl Who Loved You
Amanda Kyara May 2014
For a brief moment
just a second

I thought I mattered
I thought you cared

I felt alright
I felt whole

Only to have the thought torn away by you
like I meant nothing to you

and then I realized

I never mattered
you never cared
and I certainly was not alright
Tracy Burke Apr 2014
i've come to the point where i'm always saying *******.
******* and the way you talk,
**** the way you walk and the way you run.
**** the way you smile when someone walks by you,
even if you have no idea who they are.
**** the way you slouch in your seat,
and **** the way you stand up proudly when rooting for your team.
**** the way you move and the way you care.
**** the way you dance,
and the way you slide across the floor when you really get into the music.
**** everything you do,
because now i've come to this point.
but you want to know the most ****** up thing of all?

**** the way you smile,
**** the way you smell,
the way you hold me when i'm sad,
**** the way you smile when you see me coming,
**** the way you put away your games and your phone,
when you want to spend time with me,
**** the way you tuck your head into my neck when we dance,
**** the way you sigh when you're tired,
and **** the way you flip your hair from your face.

**** the way you loved me,
and **** the way I love you.
but seriously, honestly, crazy and stupidly,
**** the way you never seemed like you really cared much,
at all.
camila annette Apr 2014
Isn’t it absolutely ridiculous how I miss you more and more each day? How I nearly didn’t even know you but your death took my inner self and destroyed it? How one can never appreciate things, but when they’re gone they actually ******* hurt? sight
How the world loses thousands of people in a day but almost no one notices? How when someone dies people that didn’t even knew whom that person was go through hell? How the world goes round and round but nobody notices? How people are sad, depressed and nearly no one cares? But the funny part is that none of this is actually ridiculous. It is the absolute truth.
Daylight 4U2C Jan 2014
If you give a wishing stone,
she'll travel out all on her own.
She'll  leave behind the fear and pain,
and keep herself from going insane.
While her friends are getting diagnosed,
she'll be somewhere in her boat.
Maybe she'll have tea for two,
but at least she'll know what to do.
And they may ask, and plead, and beg to be in her world,
but she'll certainly say,
"Be gone, be gone, or off with your head."
Which should be said, since they cursed her be dead.
If you give a girl a wishing stone,
she'll truly feel all alone,
and for those who never cared "be gone!"
The queen has finally sang her song.
She was never a fool, just a withered small bud,
and those pigs would throw her around in the mud.
So sure she dreams and dazes off,
but she can do whatever she wants.
She earned a bit of recognition,
for all antagonize and inhibition.
Give that girl some cheer,
she fought a war for all those years.
Stop the hate for her being crushed,
unlike some, she had no love!
The glass shattered hard,
it's no surprised it became shards.
Giving time and yells,
doesn't heal, it kills.
If you give a girl a wishing stone,
you've given her one happiness finally of her own.

— The End —