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Amanda Kay Burke Jun 2017
It is hard to watch her touch you,
The way you used to touch me,
Her fingertips graze your thigh,
and you smile quietly.

I try to shift my eyes away,
I search the floor for reasons,
If only I could shake the ghost,
Thats been haunting me for seasons.

But you're everywhere i go,
When will this loneliness end?
I hope that you're happy now,
Not having me as your girlfriend.

It's difficult to look at you,
Knowing you'll never look at me,
But this happened for a reason,
We were never meant to be.
Brett Palmero Aug 2017
The romantic
Isn't the guy with all the girls
But the one who notices
That one girl he loves

The romantic
Isn't the guy who is chased by lovers
But the one who follows
One girl and loves her

The romantic
Isn't the guy with all the attention
But the one who gives
All of his attention
Lovhat3 Jun 2017
Your soul,
Was an embodiment of perfect imperfection,
Existing on the same plane with all of your insecurities
Banished from the land of the love ones
Gone with the wind as you fly trough the vast emptiness of your own universe

The lights that shine
As you swiftly
Gently moving across your memories
Disappear when you came to the realization
That you are no different
From the man who kicked me out of his house because you make out with a man
From the woman who supposed to raise me but slowly killing you instead
From the person who uttered words of hates as people like me pass by

You used to be the wings of Gabriel,
Covering me with the blessings from God
Now you're nothing
But a homunculus stuck in between glasses
Framed and frozen
averyn Jun 2017
Even though my eyesight would get blurry,
and everything would look like pixels,
I would still recognize you from a far.
The guy who got a camera on his hand,
trying to photograph the world before he's gone.
And I know, you won't be able to recognize me.
Because I was just another stranger you met.
and I was only someone you spent some time with.
But you know what?
Those moments are the memories
I cannot forget.
For you made me feel special,
more than I have ever felt,
in my whole life
And that's pretty something
For a girl who has always been nothing.
NicoleRuth May 2017
You know what's harder than falling for the bad guy?
Falling for the others
The seemingly nice ones
The good guys

The signs are all there afterall,
Everyone can't stop raving about how wonderful he is
The ideal nice guy

And for a moment
Just one moment of blindsidedness
You believe it
You let it consume you
Revelling in the positives
Lacing together each moment spent together
Into a beautiful story

The perfect beginning, middle and end
Designed intricately by yours truly
A potential work of art
Destined for greatness perhaps
Isn't it?

The pride of your masterpiece
destroys you
Engulfing your sense of reality
Blinding you from the truth
The falsehood of it
A piece that depicts nothing
Nothing but an illusion
Another dimensional reality
One you don't  live in
And probably never will

And sometimes
In those rare moments of silence
It comes back
The crushing harsh reality
Your foolhardy choices laid bare
And you admit
Quietly to yourself
For who else can your true self be revealed to?

Maybe
Just maybe you were wrong
Those masterful strokes of perfection
The gleaming knighthood of it all
Just a lie?

A veil drawn over your sense of truth
So strong it blinded you
Completely
Drowning you in its falsehoods
The shores of reality no more than a distant memory

You know what's worse than falling for the bad guy?
Falling for the right one.
Colm Apr 2017
Brush your hair back behind your ear
Pull my blankets to your chin
And kiss your cheek
Most gently
Just before I let you drift off to sleep

Because this is where the long day ends
And my loving care for you begins
And renews again
Over and over
Just like all of your dreams
Which my unbroken heart always wanted to mend

For as long as you need me here to sleep
I’ll wait for you most patiently
Be it by your side or a distance away
With a cup perhaps in the hallway
To sip until the break of day

Because I am yours
As you are to me
One meant for the other
And purposefully made
This way to be
Like coffee and her beloved tea

Yes I am your tea
And pleased so to be
Dark and rich like indian spices
Warm and soothing as a bubbling bath
To cut the edge of the winter's night
And to warm you to me

Oh dearest future
See only me
And know that I read not just for me
But for all of the stories which are yet to come
And for all of the secrets you may wish me to speak

How I wish that this sound could be more like me
Like the last lingering note
Of the lullaby we’d always sing
And I’ll sing once more one day to my kids
Which I hope one day you would give to me

And so in this momentaneous rhyme
I give you what's left of my lifetime of time
My eternity
My everything and all of me
With every sentiment and subtle though
Which ever passed through this imperfect mind

As well as this comfortable bed of mine
How lonely it's been
Here without you within
Oh dearest girl
Oh darling of mine

You're the future that I
Most every day desire to see
But must stop myself from picturing in mind
So goodnight dear future
You're far to beautiful to begin to describe
From a future guy to a future girl. :p

Who am I kidding... I'm just rambling. Good night.

Why did it stop?

I'm tired.

(:
Debanjana Saha Apr 2017
Heard a story about a guy.
A guy who goes to college with plain looks
& tucked in shirt every time.
people laughing at him
day in & day out
to be the odd one out.

Someone went and asked-
Dude, why don't you change your clothes for a while?
They all laugh at you for that.

The guy remarked in a polite way-
why should I change for them
when they will no longer exist in my life after a while?
Heard a story about a guy, who in college understood that he should not change for others just because he is different. He was proud enough to handle being different.
Kyle Ray Smith Mar 2017
Do you taste it?
The ease and cool mystification she gives you…
The addiction like a passionate revival

Do you feel it
The gratification she grants
BAM you’re baked like a cake
Her lips like a love potion
Her hips like LSD and you’re riding the cool waves of Janis Joplin

Do you need it?
That midnight body on you like I did
Those ******* hands, that ******* tenderness

Do you **** it?
Like there is no tomorrow, do you make that body quease under you?

Little do you know she’s toxic, like a cigarette between your teeth
Swallowing the forsaken **** up that is your whole being
She is like a tear rolling down your cheek, exposing you.
You’re in deep and in love with a *******…
Cigarette
To the Girl  I loved and Her New Man
Took a bat to a truck at a party
It wasn't my truck
I was pretty drunk, it was at a party
Struck the glass and made the truck bleed
The owner wasn't even mad about it
He let me hit it again
He started beating it with me with a ski
Rich people have skis in their garages
Owner said it was his dad's truck
We beat it until it bled out in the street
It felt good to beat something
Feels good he said
To beat instead of get beat

-E (c) 2017
President Snow Mar 2017
Just come to me, don’t think
Come closer, don’t hesitate
I know I’m not enough
But more than anyone in this world
I love you

Of all the ugly guys
I’m the best looking
What do I have to do to let you know how I feel?
Thinking of you drives me crazy

So I’m not that handsome
but I think I look cute when I smile
I’ll do better than all the guys out there, my love
*I love you
This looks cute hihihi.
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