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i look for you in my arms
raised lines where i marked time's passage in shame
only bumps now
only scars
i look for you there and find no one
nothing

i look for you in the things you left in my room
a necklace
a pin
hard cold things that collect dust but not your scent
yours but forgotten

i look for you down the street
a parking lot
a place
empty now but for ash and debris

i lay here

my bed empty where it once held you
my heart empty where it once held you
my smile empty where it once held you
Jessy Eisele May 2018
Do you know how it feels for you to not love me?

It's like you stabbed me in the lungs and trying to breath
My chest burning in pain
and I just try to breathe and smile
because you didn't know what you did.

I try to support you and care like normal
when all I want to do is scream
"don't you know what you've done to me"
but I can't be angry, you never knew

Loving you is the most beautiful and painful thing I've ever done
cat Apr 2018
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you’ve stripped me
of the walls i spent so long
building so high
and so wide
so that no one could enter after the last
and now i have destroyed the;
to be held by you
Joanna Ross Aug 2017
If I am to die, tell the world a lie on my last day.
Tell them I was gentle, good.
Tell the world that I cared, that I loved without conditions.
Tell the world that I always spoke my mind, that I was fair and kind.
Tell the world I believed in goodness, that I had hope for all the lost causes.
Tell the world I was bright, like a falling star that crashes down from the Heavens.

If I am to die, do not tell the world the truth about me.
Do not speak of my bitterness.
The hatred wrapped under my skin, that put me in an early grave.
Do not speak of the three am desperation when I wanted the world to end.
Do not speak of the broken hearts, broken bones, broken dreams.
Do not speak of all the blood spilled, time lost on stupid petty pointless things.
Do not speak of how I raged and raged and wore myself thin over people that never cared.

If I am to die at my own hand,
Tell the world that I was always hopeful.
Tell the world a lie, so I may be beautiful in death, even if I was not in life.
Tell the world that I will be missed, even if the world is so loud it will not notice one more quiet voice slip away.
Tell the world that someone loved me.
Do not tell the world that I died because the world did not care.

If I am to die, do not write the truth on my headstone, for it is such an ugly thing.
Alice Chew Jul 2017
I can see your trying to be there but I need you closer so I can repair.
You don't believe me when I say you hurt me.
You want to help but then you want to flee
I'm nasty and bitter because of the pain
Have never felt so much distain
I'm confused as hell, should of listened to the warning bell
Knowing that I love you deep down
So why do we argue is it a communication breakdown
You frustrate me as I frustrate you
But somehow we stick together like glue
The Vault Jul 2017
I have fallen
Into the ashes
Of what we were
You have forgotten
Who I am
The minute I fell
Into the mess you made
I have fallen
Away from us
Because I was never enough
To make you feel alive
So instead I died
I have fallen
To my heartbreak
Because I somehow thought
You would change.
Kind hands learn to be calloused hands
under the thumb of others,
and around the fingers
of heathens mistaken for lovers.
Jay Pike Feb 2017
I feel you next to me
I feel your body breath
But you a million miles away
You never talk to me
At least not about things that matter
We shared everything
Now we have sepperate dreams
And yours seem to not involve me
Anymore
We try to patch up this gap

But the close I get to you
The more I feel you
Falling away
But I don't wanna let you go
I want you to stay
Instead of falling away
Oh how I love Black, my favorite color.
It's my room color and white for the door.
Bits of greys for my windows and my floor.
Let's take it deep within what is stores.

Black and white, perfect combination.
It's what I wear, drawing people's attention.
But I don't care, this is my personality's representation.
Bullies don't give you just hate, they give reactions.

Let's go deeper, make this a whole.
My hindrances never end, just like a burning coal.
Give me a mirror, I only see my reflection of my soul.
Everything on my is broken, with a deteriorating goal.
Just wrote this one on the spot.
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