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Poet X Aug 2019
the sky is crying so hard
these tears feel like bullets
and sound just the same .

i have to ask
who is she trying to **** ?

if its humanity
i admit,
i do not blame her .
tears or bullets?
I dont see a difference.
Rebeca Aug 2019
stormy skies
sleepless eyes
dying bit by bit inside
my tears are almost dried
but my heart's still aching
my soul's still breaking

Help me out of this hellhole
I can't take anymore
From a time when my mind was a prison cell
Anastasia Aug 2019
My heart says "Hello."
My heart wants to say "I love you"
My heart whispers
"It's nice to see you again"
My heart is crying
But it still sings for you
"How lovely you are, my one and only"
It says "Stay"
"Stay, for I have no one else"
Tiffany Aug 2019
A tear falls down each cheek
One is happiness for you
The other full of sadness for me
This could've been us.
Laughing, smiling.
Happy beyond our dreams,
With no care in the world

But you broke my heart.
You chose another one,
Instead of me.

How could you do this to me?
I gave you everything.
But for you, that wasn't enough.
I loved you so much.
****!
What the hell did I do wrong?

Was I too nice,
Or I wasn't playful enough?
Was I too aggressive,
Or did I tease you too much?

Tell me what I missed,
Please, I don't understand.
Just tell me something.
Anything.
Talk to me.
I can't take it anymore.

**** this!
Why does love hurt this much?
I thought you were the one.
I thought I had it all.

I don't know what I did.
To make you walk out the door.
I can't help but think.
That it was all my fault.
Ally Aug 2019
My lips sealed
Crying into my pillow
Eyes wide open
Into the silence of the night
An echo in the distance, faintly heard

I remain...still
My heart shattered
Aching heart
Bruises that won't heal
Finality...Finally
My heart aches for all the broken souls...
Renée Jul 2019
someone’s talking love on a summer night
i sit and wonder why you were the only thought that came to mind
like cigarettes to a reminiscer of about 50 times ago, when they almost quit
i think october, when words came from my lips like diamonds—they were ugly in my mind, but i spit them out
and you called me pretty
when mixes from that year turn around and crackle softly i can’t help but miss the tears that lamented so long ago
when i could feel about you
i won’t pretend to understand those mindless fancies, but i see then that ocean which reflects the moon
and play clair de lune, which
i avow to do for you but it’s for me—
i’m playing to forget, or feel
that’s what we players do
money and music, it’s numbing or galvanizing; it’s up to selection
i’m losing the latter but it sometimes catches up with me
the hotness that rolls in waves or in a fast descant,
tears
and then i remember for one moment in the summer after two years
how it felt to cry and to be fettered by you
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