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Hal Sep 2016
Her love enslaved her soul to you, your words the chains that bound her to your brick heart.
     Starved and hungry, she gobbled up the enticing lies that danced of off the tip of your tongue.
 Scared and lonely, she clung to any contact you sent her way, a gentle hug, warm hands.
      
      Thoughts of you consumed any she had of leaving. You're slowly destroying her from the inside out but by the time she realizes it, it'll be too late.

    Now she's trying to break free from you, but all she's left with are ****** wrists and tightening chains.
          She's trying to spit out the enticing words you send her way, but she's left gagging as you shove them down her throat.
      She's trying so desperately to get out of your grasp, but now she's covered in hand prints where you forcibly held her in place.
  She's trying to escape from your destruction, but now she's trapped by her love and enclosed by her fear of a broken heart.
  
  She's trying to set herself free but she just can't seem to cut herself  loose.

*-if you love her, let her go
Amanda Dec 2015
Missed calls at 1 am
I wonder where you are.
Even then, especially now
you always were too far.

I'm done with broken promises,
I'm over empty feelings.

What happened?
Tell me, please.
My head's spinning in circles
and I'm down here on my knees.

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I'm writing this a year and a half later
to let you know I'm still here.
But as for you, well I'm quite sure
you've up and disappeared.

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It's been two years since I started
this ******-up love letter
in your absence.
I wish I could say I still miss you,
that I'm still driven crazy by so much madness;
but I realized I'd been holding on
to the ghosts of
your words
your touch
and
You.

You were like
the ever-changing seasons,
and I soon realized:
You are no longer
the person
I once knew.
3 | 31 Poems for August

I received a notification that you posted a picture an hour ago.
How you manage to look that happy is something that I’ll never know.
I’ll never know if I’ll ever be able to let you go.
Watching TV, while Passenger’s “Let Her Go” is on repeat.
I’m listening, but sporadically missing the lyrics and the beat.
It hurts to write but it hurts even more walking around with an untold story.
So I write to write, I write to save myself.
I write to save the little bit of love that I have left.
The song keeps playing, “Only know you love her when you let her go.”
Let her go, but I need to let her know that my love will continue to grow.
My love for her is something that I’ll always proudly show.
They say home is a beating heart and sweaty palms.
Home is where the heart is and that’s what hurts the hardest.
Help me stop the hurting, help me become a better person.
Too many times I try to hide all that I’m feeling inside.
The pit of my stomach is full of dead butterflies.

I received a notification that you posted a picture an hour ago.
How you manage to look that beautiful is something that I’ll never know.
I’ll never know if I’ll be able to ever let you go.
But just know, my reflection of love is eternal even if the mirror begins to crack.
Even though you have left, I’ll always try to get you back.
Too many times I try to hide all that I’m feeling inside.
The pit of my stomach is full of dead butterflies.
Psychoticries May 2015
Your words are crystal clear
But my loving dear,
This love we share, I seem to fear.

Your words sound so sweet
But the truth is my love,
You were never truly mine.

Our love is like a trapped bird
Dying in its cage.
Longing for that one last taste of freedom.

And now,
Just like every other love story
I must let you go.
Because when we love something too much,
We must set it free.
Sometimes,  we have to let go of the things we love too much.
carmary Mar 2015
SHE
She was the laughter
drowning the comedy
in your living room.
The gasps and shrieks
that accompanies
your favorite horror movies.

She was the enticing aroma
in your kitchen.
The clattering of utensils
in your dining table,
fork on her right hand,
then spoon on her left.

She was the diva
in your shower.
The vanilla scent
that lingers.

She was the moans
and giggles
that echoes
in your bedroom wall.
The warmth
of your duvet.
The sweat
in your sheets.
She was the figure left
in your unmade bed.

She was the name
at the back of your head.
She was the thousand memories
you dared to forget.
But can’t.
Ted Rufflepuff Jan 2015
I wished, I tried, I cried,
But lied,
That's the reason why I virtually died,
She left me cold, when I needed her the most,
But to let her go was the only decision I could undergo.

She respected, she understood, she misunderstood, she laughed,
Leaving me behind all the friend roles,
I loved, I love, and will love her to the core,
But to let her go was the only decision I could undergo.
My very first poetry, I'm not good at it at all. C&C; appreciated.

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