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kn Nov 2016
​Best of luck
That's what you've said.
Pushing me away,
You just don't want me to stay.
Am I not good for you?
Or I just got no such luck.
Is it something?
Or someone's filling your nothingness.
Why?
Why push me away?
Is my love not enough?
Or you're having no fun at all.
Anyhow, best of luck.
May the odds be in your favor.
You may find your real happiness,
Never mind the pain it'll bring me.
You need to be happy.
So, I'm letting you go.
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Jason Drury Oct 2016
Though, should I
or have I begun?

To feel the tussling
Of blurring bodies.

Transforming and dancing,
Through these very halls.

Where aching is thick,
and a embrace is a release.

Should I begin?
How should I begin?

Swallow the dagger,
stabbing from behind.

Let it sit deep in my stomach.
Push it further, where it can’t cut.

Where will it end?
How will I begin?

Under lock and key,
Just where I left it .

It escapes as it did just now,
conjuring a puncture to bone.

Blood flows,
Rushes out into the world.

Is this a release?
How can I heal?*

Pouring out,
It tastes salty on the cheek

The color is dark,
cold to the touch.

Purging the night,
that stained blood black.

Sifting the chill,
of steel from bone.

Ringing out whats left of gore and fluid,
down the drain.

*I can begin now.
This is the end.
I see the light
I hear them sing
The angels have finally come back for me

The grass is green
The water runs clear
I don't hear the voices
They must be miles from here

I can feel the warmth on my skin
I can feel the warmth from within
They've come back for me.
i was watching the sunrise after a tough night and it helped me realize a lot of things that i need to fix and a lot of things i need to let go of
Ava Blue Sep 2016
Apart, alone, afar.
Before, behind, blind.

Continuous dreams cloud our minds,
wishing upon a star.

Soul pouring freely,
Caressing each dip and turn.

Felling completely.
Letting go.

We Rise.
Maziar Ghaderi Sep 2016
I poem if I could
I’ll write it
A stone made of wood
I’ll bite it

The highs and lows
Survive on your toes
Means letting go
I know it

Left cold
Let in
Letter by letter
I wrote it
Ash Aug 2016
Wherever you are right now,
I just want you to know that
I've never given up on
us.
We'll never be meant for each other,
and that I understand.
I never expected you to love me
back the way I did, but I just want you
to know that I care.
I still do,
and I forever will.
Two years have gone by,
and just as time depletes,
so does my trust in you.
So do the reasons to love you.
But I love you the same.

I want you to know that you are why
I stay up at night until three in the morning,
why I stay alive, and why I never
want to wake up from my dreams.
With God as my witness, I never always liked you, but my love perpetually
remained the same.

I want to let go.
I want to be strong enough
to see myself free from these shackles,
so may this be my way of
surrender.
Let this signify that the gravity pulling me down to my world,
that is you,
no longer exists.

You no longer act as my
world.
No longer are you the
reason for my lack of sleep.
No longer are you my
drug.
No longer are you my
dream.

But I still
love you
the same.
I will always
be here for you,
but not in the way
I would've wanted it.
I miss it,
but that's what love is:
letting go.
So I will let go.
I let go.
I love you.
An open letter for [her].
A Aug 2016
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MY GOD I GET SO SICK JUST THINKING ABOUT HOW MANY TIMES I SAT THERE CRYING BEGGING YOU NOT TO LEAVE ME, NOT TO GET IN THAT CAR, NOT TO WALK OUT THAT DOOR, NOT TO SAY GOODBYE.

I CANNOT BELIEVE HOW STUPID I WAS, HOW MUCH YOU DIDNT CARE, HOW I STILL DIDNT LET YOU GO
olivia grace Jul 2016
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gracefully,
standing upon discarded bodies as the world casts a shadow on the tasteless display.
a girl,
watching herself like strangers do in tall buildings through windows,
the lamplight being the only echo of familiarity; a sense of safety,
flickers off,
leaving the cold grey of the night to be her dearest company.
the peoples faces, frozen beneath the hem of her dress, read a quiet howl that makes the silent night turn away.
voices in her head replay the same dull, lifeless film:
"you can't keep pushing us away"
"we can work this out"
"it will be okay"
she locks herself behind puffs of smoke,
and somewhere in the clouds it's always raining a slow and endless drizzle.
and she keeps burying,
burying it all away,
till the morning sun sheds light on what she refused to believe; that it was all her fault.
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