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Sad Girl Dec 2015
My record spins in sync with my mind, trying to forget the life I left behind
But the monsters they won't let me go, the demons tell me you hate me so
I'll go make myself feel something more, I'll carve out on my skin the truth - "you *****"
For that's what I am as you've told me so many times, just let me leave and escape my mind
sheloveswords Nov 2015
He does not remember paying for my love,

I have the half ripped down the middle
tear smeared receipt
in my hand
as we speak



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sheloveswords Nov 2015
God said*

  *"All those who are weary and burdened come to me,  and I will give you rest. "


His words are the arms that is holding me to sleep tonight.



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goddess Nov 2015
i still look back on the days i called you mine
i loved you and the feeling was mutual
until a year passed, and the sun set on a chilly autumn night
i could no longer call you mine
your love for me had faded
and you were looking at someone else the same way you looked at me
months have passed
but it feels like years
i still love you
and i always will
but without you i feel lost
no longer knowing who or what to believe in
i close my eyes
praying for the day when i can call you mine
because in my mind
in my soul
you still are.
c. 11/20
Nothing I can say is gonna fix things,
No use begging and pleading.
Ill be right there when the phone rings,
Without you, my heart is bleeding.

I'm just a pathetic cry baby to you anyway,
Weakest at the times I'm meant to be strong.
Not going to just sit there and cry like you say,
I'll bite my tongue just to prove you wrong.

If ever there were a monster, it is me,
For the way I've treated you, it's true.
I'm the worst boyfriend there ever was to be,
Those unforgiving words that are stuck like *glue.
Oh man... the longer im awake the more i think... i cant get over it... am I really a cry baby? Am i pathetic? Am i weak? Do you...love me? Or is it still a "meh."?
If I could go back in time*

Even perhaps, say 48hrs,
HELL! I'd take 24...
Itd be to do many things

But I'd make sure I told myself
To just ****
3:26am and counting...
sheloveswords Nov 2015
You open my eyes
to see more
than my sense  
would allow
       me.
Amanda Oct 2015
I needed you to run through my veins
the same way my blood
rushes through them
breathing you in
when I want you out.
You were my drug
and I injected you any chance
I got;
craving the high
your voice would give me
and the euphoria I'd feel
filling up my chest
every time
I heard you laugh.
**That ******* perfect laugh.
ahmo Oct 2015
We are all pieces to this puzzle,
but there are more heartbeats
than there is audible space.

There is no mark on the skin of an outlier-
just a universal instinct to reach higher.

We'll all keep reaching for the right fit.
What happens when realizations
of isolated chairs
and echoless rooms
reach consciousness?

Will we stop reaching,
or blindly ignore truth?

Will we accept broken limbs,
or feign eternal youth?

To float or to sink-
is a truly blind way to think.

Arbitrarily,
there is universal fit
and there is
unison.
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