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02:15...
I'm in My (hospital) bed..
I being the patient giving birth to the new me.
Thoughts raging & tearing my soul apart, waiting to be freed.
There's no doctor in sight. No.
He took off with my heart.
Leaving without having done his duties, he used to call them promises.
Now I'm colder than the air outside, losing my breath & sense of feel..
Maybe death shall take me & then I shall dwell anew in another realm.
Death take me so the new me shall come to life.
We tend to forget that every ending is in fact a new beggining. My most recent break-up was the most difficult to go through & get over but I concured. Through words, I found the meaning of me & everything else. It'll end but it doesn't mean that's the end of you. :)
SMILEY Jun 2015
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Its all redirection until somebody gets killed
Then its the end
I just read 'Of Mice and Men'
Makenzie Marie Jun 2015
Most of the time
it's a four letter word
that you want to avoid.
But this one is different
in so many ways.
It's longer--
in the pangs of pain it leaves...
That pain lasts longer than any butterflies.
Because butterflies come in the beginning,
and no sooner than this word is spoken
their wings are broken
leaving them unwilling and unable to fly.
And the pain you feel,
the pit in your stomach,
and the cloudy darkness in your eyes,
is how this word leaves them to die.
It's the "hell" in hello
(and there's no good part of it,
despite what you've heard.
What does that even mean, parting on "good terms"?).
I mean,
sometimes it's what you need--
this ***** word--
it's sometimes necessary.
But even fragile butterflies' wings
need provocation
to be broken
the glass won't shatter
with simple words unspoken,
or their beauty being forgotten.
Their crystalline glass has to crack
before it meets the breaking point.
But maybe it's best, sometimes, leaving things unsaid.
Maybe it's better
pretending that your heart hasn't bled
for the death
of those beautiful creations.
Maybe all can be well,
not tainting your hello
by dragging it through the muddy waters of hell.
But maybe attempting that
is diving straight into the deep end
damning yourself to all but drown
in that personal
pool of hell....
But maybe once this word is uttered,
you're damning some part of yourself as well
letting go of what once was so special.
And maybe that's why it's a ***** word.
maybe that's why it'd be better
if it were only four letters.
Because this word darkens skies,
and kills butterflies.
It breaks hearts
and diminishes the light
in Innocent's eyes.
This word ends hope
of new beginnings,
or anything close to extra innings.
This word reminds you you've lost the game.
This word finalizes the score,
no matter how much you might want more
time
or conversations,
or butterfly wings.
This word is a light switch,
but it only reads "off."

so say
g̶o̶o̶d̶bye                                              ­    
to the lights
the "maybe"s
the  "someday we might"s
and the butterflies.
Those butterflies died when we uttered goodbye.
Taylor Link May 2015
I will hold you in my heart, long after these fleeting moments have ended.
Longer still, from when our last words have floated off into the void of wayward dreams and forgotten hopes.
And I will hold in me each smile, each stolen glance, each tender moment, every bit of your laughter -
So golden and glorious, that when you laughed, the entire world followed suit.

And for one moment , she rests.
The world on her platform,
Stops. And relishes in the splendid sound of your joy.
Lecia Alane May 2015
A ****** Cinderella, running shoe-less through hell.
A bargain struck, her soul the price of a paltry wedding veil.
Each night she runs her feet to stubs and always there she falls,
trying to escape her forever after, after the Devil's ball.

And so it seems here we have the princess of the sea.
A sirens call was not at all what it seemed to be.
She brought her human to his death, with but a single verse,
too young to know that that was how a mermaid broke her curse.

Do not forget the once Snow White with her now blackened heart,
Singing to her birdies as she's ripping them apart, while
skipping over the bodies of the seven worthless men,
who broke her mind and left behind what will never be whole again.

Alas, we have a sleeping beauty, now woefully awake.
Her prince did come to give a kiss, but it was his soul, that she did take.
She holds him while she cries and pleads for his life to once return,
but true loves kiss is but a wish, a life for a life is the lesson learned.
Mel Little May 2015
I'm still in love with you.
Except, I don't know how to be.
Or how not to be.
I think a stupid part of me will always love you.
I think a stupid part of me will always be yours no matter how many times I've asked for it back.
I can lie to everyone, lie to myself, until I'm here in bed alone asking myself why I can't be alone without you in my brain.
Every part of me misses you.
It's my ***** little secret, I suppose, but
You were my soul mate.
You were supposed to be my happily ever after.
My dork in tinfoil with eyes like the ocean.
The eyes that held me behind bars for so long, terrified to move.
I want so badly to be a part of your life again,
I want so badly to be everything to you again.
I want so badly for you to miss me like I miss you,
But I guess it was all in my head.
The four years that we spent together an endless nightmare of the wait for the end.
And you ended it.
I so badly want for the words "I can't do this anymore" to be erased from your memory like a daydream you lost track of.
I want you to love me.
I want "I love you" whispered in my ears again.
I want you to be sick over the fact you lost me.
I don't think you're sick over the fact you lost me.
Our love was a sick game of loving too much and having too little.
I love you so much.
Good God I'm pathetic ehh?
Taylor Link May 2015
The funniest thing about endings
Is they rarely look like endings
They are wrapped in smiles
And plastered with words
Meant to sting but not burn
They wear hope like a jacket
Which they leave on the floor after a night you can't remember
The thing about endings
The key to their masquerade
Is the fact
That they look like beginnings.
Mikaila May 2015
I have learned
Disturbingly
To settle into fear, like an old house settles on its foundation
Sinking by the year.
It used to rise me-
It used to pick me up and batter me
Like the surf batters stones on the ocean floor
Tossing them and beating them upon the rocks.
Now, like an anchor or a shipwreck I...
Settle.
I stay, hard and heavy and dark
Pinned in place and dully aware
Dully waiting--
For a storm to send down debris,
Or the sun to lance through the waves and touch my cold face.
I settle.
I am here, in fear,
I am here
And I am tired
And I refuse to use my strength to struggle in my nets.
Instead, I sleep. I wait. I
Settle.
Taylor Link May 2015
When I was young
When the sky was new
And the air was fresh
And flick'd with blue
And there was me
But not yet, you

When I was young
With many thoughts
And many dreams
And not yet caught
Up in eyes
Of the bluest, blue
Oh, there was me
But not yet, you

When I was young
And patient, still
And love a dream
A constant thrill
And didn't hurt
For hurt was still,
A long way from my mind

And now there's you
And there is me
And maybe "us"
And maybe "we"
Can't commit
So far you flee
You leave me far behind

And now there's me
But there's no you
There never was
So know, it's true
That love is fast
And love outflew
My grasp
I could not keep.
claire May 2015
with time
we'll grow accustomed to the sweet sting
of this cyclical Life
which writes and erases
flies and falls
stops and starts
flares and extinguishes
unites and parts
inhales and exhales
gives and takes
fails and flourishes
lives and ends
as we grapple in the middle of it
looking for normal
while change smacks us
off our mortal feet and
leaves us
breathless
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