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Sof Jul 8
He embraced me and squeezed
as if I was his lifeline.
The thorns dug through my skin,
spilling blood.
I twisted in pain,
trying to wrench myself free,
but succeeded only in digging the thorns in more deeply.
Sof Jul 6
The depth of his heart,
like a book shrouded in
mysticism,
wonder,
anticipation.
I flip through the pages,
until my eyes grow tired,
and my hand aches.  
The end nowhere in sight.
Whenever I almost put the book down,
I get a tiny insight into his heart.
Playing me like a fool into
short-term satisfaction,
and long-term despair.
Sof Jul 1
To erase all my love for you,
I buried my heart six feet under.
You like to visit that graveyard,
to lay flowers upon my grave.
Your tears soak the earth,  
begging for a second chance
Taking the shovel in both hands,
you began digging.
My heart still beats, so fast, unevenly
For you and only you
Holding the heart very gently,
you come after me,
with the purpose of restoration
They say
"Love isn't enough."

Or

It's just an excuse
for they
the don't love you enough.
SANA Jan 25
is it only me or everyone think:
" Sun die every night for moon.
and the moon brings him back to life every morning."
Kurtlopez Aug 2023
It really is.
To breakdown once in a while.
To let the world forget your mind.
To hear wrongs & feel trapped.
To love so much & lose yourself.
To cry when no one’s watching.
To have no clue of what’s happening.
To forget why you started IT.
To feel the pain and take it all in.
It’s okay.
To be vulnerable sometimes.
To lose people & to lose your mind.
To hide the hurt & pretend the smile.
To harden your heart , become arrogant with time.
To understand, life isn’t easy for all.
To give it time to turn back & crawl.
To have a heart but still using the brain.
To let it rain as humanity is strange.
To hold hands, just your own.
To be alone & trying to control.
To mourn the loss of who you use to be.
To be weak & accept our destiny.
To realise that everything happens for a reason.
It’s okay. You’ll be happy again.
It’s just another season…
J-J Johnson May 2022
There is a fine line between sanity in-sanity
Be-twin bequeathed and beheaded
The lie and the truth
A cradle to crave
From stable to grave

Live to be-seech
And like life to know and to love
The chaos within the happiest withouts
That which ensued in the meantime
Knows not how thin the line straddled

How quiet the madness
Carried with the silent veil
Masked with the malice
That held the buried hurt
Violet Feb 2023
Sun goes down the littoral,
Painting shadows on the sky.
If skies could tell stories,
Tonight it's telling mine.

The orange molds memories,
Language of love,
Beautiful stories,
But swiftly slithering to mauve.

The vast blue says torment,
Rivers I've cried,
Sleepless nights,
Tears that have dried.

But when the blue will turn black,
It'll scream pain.
As the memories erase,
Loving I'll forsake.
Long time no see :)
Nicole Sep 2022
memories are treasures
that you're supposed to bring
not a pin that u have to endure,
that keeps u from moving

go on, move forward
and stop being a coward
close the door and just leave
remember, nostalgia deceives
memories remind me of beautiful days and pain me at the same time by keeping me at a place where i can't move forward nor backwards.
Daisy Darling Aug 2022
why can't i be happy?
i have everything i could dream of
except i don't have u
so how can i be happy?
seeing the glass as half empty instead of half full
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