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\n To my future
A frontier of fragments
fallen and fooled forfeit
To my faith
Fibbing for flesh
Soon finding forever
Needs not a fulfilled fervor
To my friend
A flagship of failures
for each other\u2019s fears
To my (very) first
Finding a farewell
To fit the feeling
of factual flaws
Forever fighting you
over face values
Forgiving less and less
at which point we forget
how to fix us.

**** this ******* hurts
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\n You do not need to ask for forgiveness when this is what needed to be done. I love you and I just wish I could have fixed what you could have later forgiven.

The fault is mine\n
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\n \n \n \n Spike Harper\n \n \n \n \n Oct 5\n \n \n \n
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\n For you\n
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\n There are so many things.
Moments.
Embraces.
Jokes.
Kisses.
Comforting words.
Lovely scents from intricate bottles.
The feeling of your fingers gliding up and down.
Then the electric hum that cascades afterward.
A list that can extend to the heavens.
Is now a momento to a time that i wished would also be unending.
Im not bleeding.
Im not breathing..
Im not achieving...
I tried to move mountains.
And failed.
I tried to be more than i was.
And stumbled.
I tried to do what others could not.
And lost..
I want so badly to encompass and embody all that was needed.
Yet it sadly consumed me and spat me out of pity.
Why are there days coming that should have your presence...
And now don't.
What purpose can there be in being in love..
When it can grow else where at anytime.
Anger crippled our relationship..
But neglect was the rocket fuel.
I fear that heart brake may be the end.
For motivation to BE is slipping.
You will always be beautiful.
Always be generous and kind.
You will be the woman i will need to compare to others.
And will never come close.
You are going to be last thing on my mind for the rest of my life..
And that..is something that i will sadly cherish.
Perhaps i will be worth it just like you are.
Maybe one day..this sorrow will end.
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\n I love you so much. Im sorry i broke my promise...im sorry i wasn't strong enough. I hope you can forgive me for leaving you behind....if i was more i would have given you the world...\n
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\n \n \n \n Chezka\n \n \n \n \n Oct 5\n \n \n \n
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\n My Saviour\n
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\n Twelve months had passed,
I could still remember how it lasted.
It was a sudden goodbye,
Was your love a lie?

The pain seems endless,
My life seemed so meaningless.
What could be worse than being left alone?
Tell me, I want to hear it more.
So, I could understand how hard you fought,
For the love you were saying before.

So many questions in my mind,
Questions that gave doubt in my heart,
And then He came, gave answers
Answers to the questions I have been longing for.

He saved me.
Saved me from this mess,
Saved me from this chaos.
It was Him, my saviour, the greatest of all.
Kept me with His arms, embraced me with the warmth of His love.
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\n \n \n \n fray narte\n \n \n \n \n Oct 4\n \n \n \n
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\n chronic emptiness, in invisible inks\n
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\n and i wish i was sad enough or hurt enough or broken enough to actually feel something, and not just emptiness after emptiness after emptiness.
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\n \n \n \n Armand-DeamoJC\n \n \n \n \n Oct 3\n \n \n \n
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\n Nothing\n
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\n I don't feel the words I speak
I don't feel my heart beat
The smile in my story
Is gone like my body

I've been scarred too much
With this thing 'love's touch

You did this to me
This time I tried my best
To save the rest
Yet it would not be

The book of life
The pages now have text
To close my book is next
Though my story'd be silent
For this end will be violent

The torn pages
Were the worst stages
I'd wish no eye
To see the reasons why

I leave to the moon tonight
Maybe there I'd shine bright
This is the end of my fight
Close your eyes darling, goodnight

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\n Poetry used to help me escape my emotion. Though I lost my words, I lost it all, I'd wish no poet to lose their words. (To my sunshine: Maybe it'll work out one day... I'll be waiting for you on the other side of the stars\n
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\n I knew death before I knew life\n
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\n A childhood spent playing around caskets,
[empty]
peering at the mournful glances,
[curious]
leaving flowers in several hundred baskets
[acceptance]
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\n daughter of a funeral home director\n
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\n \n \n \n Siyana\n \n \n \n \n Sep 29\n \n \n \n
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\n Misplacing my things...\n
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\n I've lost my jumper again,
i think i left it on the bus...
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\n \n \n \n Hello Daisies\n \n \n \n \n Sep 29\n \n \n \n
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\n Empty meanings\n
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\n I wish I could feel
Something besides
The tearing pain
I'm just a gross stain

I watch them laugh
I watch them love
I watch them believe
I watch them weep

I can't feel anything
I think I'm a fake
My heart is gone
I do not belong

My anxiety has been so high
Everything makes my skin crawl
I want it all to be perfect
I scrub and scrub
It never feels enough

I'll never be enough
Noone talks to me anymore
Everyone has left
I'm not needed I guess
I'm meaningless

I let myself go
I can't handle crying anymore
Lost in tears on the bathroom floor
It's the only place I feel safe
Everywhere else is an empty cave

Nothing brings me joy
Nothing makes me smile
I know I'm truly alone
My head keeps splitting
Why am I not quitting

I lost where this poem was going
It's like my life
It's empty and not really flowing
It bothers me deeply
That I'm ending this
Without any meaning
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\n \n \n \n KMH\n \n \n \n \n Sep 28\n \n \n \n
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\n Left Behind\n
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\n You go out late
at night, and i stay here,
picking up the pieces
of the mess you left behind.

(i am the mess you left behind
and i spend the night
picking up the broken
pieces of myself.)
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\n 9-10-19
\u00a9 KMH 2019\n
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