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Àŧùl Apr 2017
Hitherto I've been victimised,
My love has been plagiarised,
Claimed by men generalised.
I have loved her,
And lost her too.
Like I've in the past,
With other lovers.

I am a Nomadic Lover,
I know not what it is to be loved,
By young ladies I have only been cheated.
My HP Poem #1481
©Atul Kaushal
Amory Caricia Feb 2017
He was sure she was elated
That joy welled up from her deep
After all that he'd fabricated
Bedtime stories before sleep

Little gestures just to keep her
Just to keep her up and coming
Taunting with his stingy morsels
So to make her blood keep running

Here and there he'd throw a bone
To his pricey-perfumed dog
Take a moment twice a month,
Toss a pearl to his hog

And the ruffled dog did good tricks
With no prospect of reward
For if just to please her best friend, man
To get a pat-down from her lord

See that kindled, foolborn spirit
Felt her lover loved her best
She rejected other outcomes
She ignored each of all the rest

And he let his pet keep twirling
Let her go jumping through rings
Though never really feeling proud of them
He was tickled by these things

So he sat upon his highness
As she mingled round his lap
And she felt so very special
To be his favorite place to nap

He liked to tell her bedtime stories
And leave out her favorite parts
So she could fill them in within her mind
While he left her in the dark
Why do people stay with awful other people? What do people see as special in an awful person? Why do awful people deserve loyalty and affection?
Death-throws Dec 2016
I sat down to write about how you made me feel, Funny,   I thought something indescribeable  would be easy to explain

For the longest time I was In a dark place. With weights of lead bound around my heart. The inside of my skull became  walls that I was forced  to scream at  my flesh  was a barrier to letting the happyness out, my fingers   gripping cold steal triggers trembling pleading to let the grey  matter out
To decorate the walls in my own shade of misery.  
But I'm here
Breathing

It's strange,  for a boy who never leave his room. To sit Under his washing line and listen to the birds  sing. I lie on butter cups as I watch clouds dart between wire and cotton, how did I get here?
What God did I pray too?
Who did I pay?

When my world  was over. My pistol In my hand. You happened.
The cloud that had allways sat just out of sight came running. Galloping . To give me water.  To give me life,

A blue eyed blonde haired mirror of myself emerged,
Your smile Is warm. And kind. Like the evening sun I write this in,
Your touch was wholesome. And craved, you took the freyed edges of the tapastry that had become  my life and started to spin a new story. You took the lead weights  from my heart and melted them  into sinkers so we could catch stories with our fingers,  your skin felt like silk that I could never afford.
With each step  you danced on egg shells as you try  collect my broken pieces
And when a part of my was missing you filled it with a part of you. And now I find myself intertwined.
Here in this warm glow I notice something I've never had before.
The voices In my head have  stopped chiming.  The cries are far away.
Your gifts  have  not stopped coming.  I pray your here to stay
In less time then anyone has ever been in my life you have done so much more,   in less time then it took to knock me down you've built me into something more
I'll never forget the way I feel right now, here. Today.
Because each and every time I see you.
I know I'll stay this way
I tried >. <  your a light house on a dark and desolate shore and  no one has ever been better  at  guiding me home  x
Arreonna Frost May 2016
Why? Why did you have to lie?
Leaving me with nothing but a sigh!
Can't you see you killing me?
Why can't your memory just leave?
Your words taunt me!
Your actions haunt me!

I remember your laugh,
and that you were my other half!
We liked the same bands,
and you were always there to hold my hand.
You were hard as a rock,
keeping my emotions inside and locked!

You got what you wanted,
leaving me eternally haunted!
I thought what we had was real,
but you just had me reeled!
All the secrets we've shared,
and playing with your hair.

Your lips were soft,
keeping me high as a loft.
I tried and tried,
but you never tried!
I cried and cried,
but you never cried!

You got her prego,
leaving me in pieces like legos.
You were an open book,
oh how you had me hooked.
Those eyes like glitter,
and that smile was a killer!

You're a user,
nothing but a loser.
I always saw through your games,
never giving you the fame.
Here I am with a pen,
remembering the tenth!

The day you felt me,
the day you loved me!
You always got what you wanted from me,
and from the other girls as well I see.
You left me for her,
with the nice jeans and boots of fur.

I unlocked my heart and threw away your key,
you stung me like a bee!
Leaving me with a deep ache,
and a strong feeling of hate.

I remember the day I lied,
and I wanted to hide!
But I couldn't lose you,
loose me because of you!

I pretended to be an expected mother,
so you'd still be my lover!
The kids laughed, whispered, and stared,
making me wish I never shared.

I was so shattered,
but it's not like I mattered.
You think of only you,
and her too!

I remember how low you sang notes,
and all of our love notes.
Thanks to all of your lies,
I now within say goodbye!
3/25/16
Summer Feb 2016
i would do anything to make myself feel pretty again.
This is something make-up and pretty clothes
will not fix.
i feel like my heart is broken
and my insides are rotten-
i'd do anything just to feel pretty again.
this is something i try to forget,
change myself so it can't happen again.
i don't want to waste anymore tears
or stop feeling again,
i'd do anything to feel pretty again.
i will not let myself be played again,
you remind me why i let myself be so guarded
because this always happens,
no matter who i'm with
i just wish i fxxking felt pretty again.
was my personality not enough?
i did everything you could have asked,
i even stopped writing poetry for your a ** .
cancelled all my plans with my friends,
just in an attempt to make you happy again.
but then my grades dropped,
and i stopped being there for my friends,
because i had let it all become about you.
and now i'd do anything to be pretty again, but now I'm just like you
not pretty within.
all i think about is myself and
not caring.
i'd do anything to care about others again,
but i don't know where to draw the line because of you.
how do i love myself and others,too?
and now the cuts are back on my legs
i should've just carved your named into them instead.
lying around with no lover again,
the only time i get fxxked
is in the head.
why can't i just feel pretty again?
because some people have explicit filters on their hello poetry and i wanted to share this because I'm really proud. the x's are in place of the *'s because that messes formatting up
Bella Kiilani Jan 2016
I get why my mom says she hates my father, but she still keeps him around. I want to call it love, but it’s not love... It’s fear. Fear of losing people, and the enormous fear of being all alone. It’s terrifying how willing people are to put up with people who treat them like ****. When you're scared, it's easy to believe it's the last time they'll cheat, even though you've said that the last three times.  It's easy to pretend it never happened, even when you've seen the proof.  You want to believe you aren't just one of many.   You want to believe you're special.  You want to believe it's love.
****,
I want to believe it's love.
But, it’s not.
People say love is strong, but I think fear is a little stronger.
Sadolecent Dec 2015
Cheaters never win,
winners never cheat.
I gave you my heart for your hands to keep.
you broke my trust
or was it lust?
I know you love me
but revenge plays out, you'll see
Stupidly, I will stay
let the game play
but youre the sin
I will win
cause winners never cheat
hey guys I am back !!! merry christmas my stones  <3
Jake muler Dec 2015
Everybody's in love
Until they get a beer or a joint inside them. Then they forget a wife or husband is at home waiting for them. Then love doesn't exist to them no more!
That's the despicable truth.
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