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Rockie Apr 2015
We've known each other since we were four
From that first 'hello'
Eleven years, really, that far?
Although we hardly speak now
You've gone your way
And I've gone mine
Oh, **** the school choices
I miss you, my best,
My oldest,
My dearest friend
Do you wish to talk?
You're the source of all my anger.
You were the one who was a ****** mother.
You're sad, you're selfish, you drink every night.
Your words of abuse cut like a knife.
You think you're so tough and you don't give a ****.
Then you try to manipulate; well, tough luck.
I'm not falling for the guilt trips; I know your games.
I refuse to speak with you and I feel no shame.
You think you raised me to have respect.
But you were a tyrant who gave nothing but threats.
I remember being frozen with fear.
You'll never apologize because you don't ******* care.
You're never wrong because you're so ******* perfect.
I don't even matter, I'm just a reject.
You were the reason I cut so many times.
But don't worry, I'm doing just fine.
If you don't change soon you'll lose another kid.
But it's not your fault of course, we're easy to rid.
You're a wreck; completely broken.
You don't even remember how to be human.
It's mine, please don't steal it <3. It feels unfinished and some day i think i want to turn it into a song. PS. my favorite word is ****. It's so ******* versatile.
K F Feb 2015
All eggs were in one basket,
so no wonder you're reserved ever since they broke.
Shells are messy and hard to work with.
She gave you eggs the last time. But I'm not her.
Let's not give each other eggs.

Let's give ourselves bread instead.
Because all your bread in a basket sounds warm,
picnics in parks on sunny days warm.

Or fresh out the oven still steaming hot.
Frosted and sweet, or sourdough. All your bread in one basket,
there's so much to work with.
Even cold bread, and stale bread.
Because at least when molding bread falls out
of your metaphorical basket you can pick it up
in one piece and put it back.
Or make more. You can fix it.

Eggs aren't that easy. They shatter. They're messy.
So my dear let's not be eggs. Let's be bread.
Putting all your eggs in one basket with a relationship. Doesn't that sound so scary? Why do we have to make metaphors so serious.
This I pray, my dearest love,
Mold me, God, in this sacred love
Help me to expand my heart;
give me the strength and courage;
give me the embracing arms,
greater love,
bigger sacrifices,
deeper ecstasy
Eternally
#pray #dearest #mold #god #sacred #help #expand #strength #courage #embracing #arms #greater #bigger #sacrifices #deeper #eternally
Marolle Oct 2014
I* am sorry for the things I have said
I am sorry for telling you lies
I am sorry for not getting out of bed
Despite all the times you have tried
To help, to advice, to guide
And comforted me when I have cried
Therefore I am telling you sorry
Because I know you love me so
Again I will tell you not to worry
Of cause I will never let you go
I will love you from birth to grave
I hope we never lose touch
I will try to always be brave
You have always given so much

(Marolle)
Auss Sep 2014
You say you love me
Then set me free!

If you could stop bleeding
Do you not here me pleading?

You lie when you say forever
Because you don't want us to be together

But yet you claim to love me
Without ever wanting me to see
My Dearest little red had fallen into old habits and is breaking my heart one word at a time.
Laila Jun 2014
No proper speech
But understood what you said

Your cheeks boiled red
Your fists crawling white
As anger mirrored
By the flame inside your eye
Crave to punch your own shadow

Don't you know?
I've been missed you
To have your heat radiation around
And hugs my weak soul tightly
But you were mad, lunatic alike

It won't hurt to just kiss me, my dear
I plead you, I'll let you
I know you miss me too
new try, weird.
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