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Amelia Owen Mar 2015
Boy
Blue-eyed boy.
You will be the death of me.
Mei Jan 2015
Dear Cat,
It's mouse.
Do you remember the time you chased me?
You chased me with passion, and then you stopped.
You stood in the doorway, when I could've been caught.
Never chasing me, never strayed.
I gave in, and surrendered.
Still, you stayed far away.
Calling out to me in chants,
like you done no wrong.
What's this game you're playing?
What do you want?
I'm scared to leave this feeling behind.
Because all I want to do now is cry.
Mei Jan 2015
You’re at it again, playing these mind games
Why you do this to me, I cannot comprehend.
All the things you did, and all the things you said,
Remains permanently engraved in my head
Your unreliable words covering up your lies
Falling to pieces, I can’t look into your eyes
I hope that you know, you reap what you sow.
And that my love for you is not unconditional.
Rassy Jan 2015
Would you like me more
If I weighed a stone less?
If I had smaller front teeth
And I didn't always stress?
Would you like me more
If I knew how to say no?
If I liked watching movies
Or could use Final Cut Pro?
Does it bother you
When I text you late at night?
That my paranoia dances
Around the truth when you're right?
Is my laugh the final straw?
Or my awful sense of humour?
i found it on my memo so i decided to share with you :)
Clare Jun 2014
The colors I wished to touch
I finally did on a still wild parrot
Beneath the electric pole
That woke up now and then
In angry alien blabber.

I don't know if I like
Those colors any more.
Remus May 2014
My mother warned me about love when I was younger.
She told me that true love comes when you're older.
I didn't believe her because I thought that I was in love.
I thought that he was the one and that he would always
love me.

Now here we are three years later and I don't know my
emotions.
One moment he is this beautiful human being
And the next moment he's tearing me apart with his words.
He doesn't love me and I don't think I love him.
It's a battle between us, trying to be friends and then pushing
the other one away out of fear of falling again.

He doesn't know about the love letters that I write in my mind.
He'll never know about the countless texts I nearly sent him.
And I sure as hell know that he will never like me again
so why do I keep liking him?
Dia Mar 2014
I'm falling now
And I'm afraid of what's happening
I fear getting hurt
So I keep my heart under lock and key
I won't let myself want you
Because I know where that may lead
Heartbreaks and nostalgia, ****
How much worse can this be?

I won't leave my heart out anymore
Just so it can get broken
But I'm fascinated with the words you speak
Do you see my dilemma?
Should I just accept the pure possibility?

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