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leah myles Oct 2018
forget me not,
when our calls and texts become less frequent.

forget me not,
when you taste the bitterness of my favourite tea, still fresh on your tongue.

forget me not,
when you're sitting in front of a bonfire,
remembering this is how we met,
but i am not sitting next to you anymore,
because you thought i didn't bloom the way you wanted me to.

forget me,
when you can finally admit to yourself that i was never your first choice,
that you've been lying to,
not just me but to yourself too,
because you decided blue just wasn't for you.
it's time for me to move on.

i hope you see this one day and realise your mistakes.
leah myles Oct 2018
did you know?
how scared i was when you left for that event,
on that warm autumn night?
afraid you'll find someone better,
someone who is prettier,
someone who has similar interests with you,
someone who actually deserves you.

did you know?
that i keep telling myself,
that i can't tell you not to talk to certain people,
that your heart's not in my hands,
that you're not mine.

did you know?
i constantly ask myself,
why you chose to start a conversation with me that night,
when you already had a girlfriend back home,
and a girl,
trailing behind you.
leah myles Oct 2018
how on earth is it so easy for you to trust someone?
we were barely friends back then when
you call me up in the middle of the day,
telling me all about your problems,
about your girlfriend,
who broke up with you.

how on earth am i supposed to open up to you?
i find it so hard for me to talk to you,
because i keep on telling myself you'll run away,
when you see all these skeletons in my closet,
when you find out why am i the person i am today.

how on earth can you understand?
when you suddenly push me away,
telling me that we should distance ourselves
because, just because, i somehow don't trust you.

how on earth can i help you?
when you trust too easily,
calling me one of your best friends,
when you're barely mine,
and im beginning to think it's more than a flaw,
than a quality.
leah myles Oct 2018
...he is all kinds of perfect,
and then there's me,
i am poison.
it runs through my veins,
filling my head with impure thoughts,
and if we were ever to be together,
we would be poison smothered on an arrow's tip,
flying into the clear water at full speed
the poison slowly seeping, dissolving,
creating a toxic mixture that cannot be undone.

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