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Ammar Jan 2017
I HATE YOU
yes you heard it right
I hate you for lying to me
for breaking my heart
for making me believe you were all mine
for kissing me as you leaned on to him
for making me feel I hurt you
when in truth you were slowly killing me all along

I hate you for making me love you so much
so much that it is so hard to hate you now
I hate you for calling me that night
and telling me that you love me
as you sat with him at the beach

I hate you because I am still not calling you a cheat
because I am hoping what my eyes saw was all wrong
because I am hoping you won't do it again
like you said you won't the time before
but I know you will because I know you

You lied to me that day
You lied to me that night

YOU leaned on to him
&
HE leaned on to you
NOT ME

"Have fun baby girl but take care okay. And don't get too close to boys, you know I don't like that"
"Don't worry about that baby, I know you don't. I will take care of it. I will be with my girlfriend, I don't know anyone else here"

Now that I think of those words
Oh god what a brilliant ******* liar you turned out to be

*DON'T
EVER
COME
TO
ME
AGAIN
I HATE YOU
Crimsyy Jan 2017
Ammonia

My mouth became a cemetery
for all the words I didn't say,
I bought them all
tombstones and coffins
and buried them,
a self destructive funeral.
I could rip you in half,
turn into a lurid scream
and shatter your spine;
I think you would be
the perfect picture of putrefaction,
mutilated, in monochrome;
the very shade of my heart.
kate Jan 2017
when i close my eyes, it's your face i always see,
and in your arms is where i'd rather be.
i long for your kiss,
and looking at your eyes is a bliss.
how come it is you that i miss
when there is nothing else to reminisce?
kate Jan 2017
it’s midnight and my mind is racing
these thought of you left my mind baffling;
i have seen you in so many concepts,
i have portrayed you in so many stories
but i don’t know how to start.
i don’t know where to begin.
Eliza Lindsey Jan 2017
I don't know what I feel anymore. One minute I'm happy, the next minute sad. One day I hate him the next, I miss him. My feelings are everywhere. I can't control them. But this time it's true. This time I know. The darkness lingering inside of me tells me, I do truly miss him, I do want him back. But the emptiness has came and is unbearable. He is gone and I cannot control it. For I was to selfish to see before that I was the luckiest girl ever. But that is gone and I am unsure that I will ever get it back.

Do I deserve it back? Do I deserve to have him? I wish, but I a doubt in my mind that he will ever forgive me fully for the mistakes I've made. Life will go on, dark, empty, hopeless. I wish it could get better. I wish I could see light At the end of the tunnel but I just don't see it.
Crimsyy Jan 2017
Nicotine*

I have seen rapture come
in the shape of the person I love,
in his arms,
in his mischievous eyes,
but rapture is only ecstasy
and ecstasy will eventually
fade into habit and
this fictional fairytale won't
seem so sparkling anymore;
glass loses its luster once the
sun goes away
and fragility is all that remains.
It's up to us to dig through
years of pent up baggage and
discover love in each other's rust.
Crimsyy Jan 2017
Vinyl Chloride*

I try to soothe
my haggard mind
late at night,
I try to run from you,
because your damage
soaked all my bones
and all the happiness I owned.
Your name dug my grave
ahead of time,
I'm sorry, but you crossed a line;
You cannot trespass my heart,
you cannot say you loved me most
because when I bled in the dark,
your presence was a ghost.
Crimsyy Jan 2017
Carbon Monoxide

I would like to believe
I was born in the clouds
amongst the angels,
bathing in so much sunlight
that now I can't help
but despise it.

The truth is,
you denied my heart
too many beats;
my heart's a bombsite
filled with carbon monoxide
and all your lies.

My own blood curses me,
dripping with your name,
I try to tell it we're
not the same;
I can't stand you,

You heartless, cruel monster,
imposter.
Crimsyy Jan 2017
Nicotine*

Distance has its teeth
biting into my flesh,
and my relentless cravings for you
are a knife,
slowly slicing my sanity away.

I have a tendency
to turn self destructive;
I'll swallow you whole now,
or go without until I'm desperate,
no inbetween,

And so I take cut after cut,
bite after bite,
because I've made a home
for the withdrawal aches;
maybe this is what love looks like.
Ravanna Dee Jan 2017
I'm not looking for a prince charming.
But a man who has callused hands,
a gentle heart,
and a forest fire that's raging in his soul?
He, I wouldn't mind standing beside.
Someone to provide for me, guide me, and stand beside me.
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