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Megan 2d
i wish i never let you leave me
i wish i talked you into staying
i wish i wasn’t so courteous
i wish i confessed my love like i had planned
instead i held my tongue
because
i knew you had made that decision
i knew i had done you wrong
i knew i wasn’t deserving of your kindness
i knew i wasn’t strong
Aer Sep 27
my love.
folded behind dog-eared pages
you're a book I've yet to finish
yet before I've reached the ******—
I shelf you with a bookmark
that will never be revisited.
writing in class, thinking of books.
David Bojay Jul 26
too many lies have made me blind

i'm just trying to make myself feel and be better, but i wasn't a great partner.. always two sides to the story

she pointed out things i already knew about myself, i'm not perfect but i try to be patient with myself... if I could I would've rushed the process

i'm worth it, yes... i think... but sometimes it doesn't feel like i'm worth my next breath of air

i've always had an issue with that until it backfired, one bullet turns into 100

right at me, if they were real i wouldn't try to dodge

questioning the "logic" behind these emotions

imaginary weight? but it's dragging me down before the sun rises again

i don't have anything to believe in, i'm not the one for her... is what she's decided

nothing is right for me... after endless mental agony

facts don't make me feel better, but it's good to be honest

always better to be honest... things are **** at the moment

there's nothing to do but live through it again

i was... dumb to think otherwise

they say to step away at first sign, but you always want to try to fight it

for the sake of making things work, even if they don't

i've given up plenty of times, this time it feels like i shouldn't again

when i should, again

here it comes

i get it, i get it

ahhhhhhhhhhh

yes i'm flawed... i know... i'm still... growing eww

sooner or later

"just let her go"

it's so simple... she's vanished

and it wasn't meant to be, but i thought she was the one to settle down with afterall

she's hung up on an image, multiples

if it makes me feel better, believe it

she just wasn't into me

just focus.. on living, not just exisiting

imagine loving someone that doesn't love you back

thinking about a certain future that's been taken away


my mind is lost right now.... i'll let it run for a bit until i can catch upppp


dreams unlived


i dreamt about our kids last night and I forgot to tell you


an ending with too many photos to feel alive to
Elexer Jul 13
Do you remember me?
You asked me about my dream
Things are not what they seem
What did it mean?
Can I be friendly to you
Something I couldn’t do

Can’t stop thinking about you
There’s something about you

Your smile would get me through
Just let me stand next to you
Cuddling up to me
A feeling I couldn’t beat
Why are you in my mind?
Why can’t I unwind?

Can’t stop thinking about you
There’s just something about you

I just miss it all
Bang my head against the wall
I just miss it all
Stumbling through the halls
I just miss it all
Rachel…

I can’t sleep
Memories repeat
Feel so very weak
Memories repeat
Memories repeat
Memories…

Can’t stop thinking about you
Can’t make it without you

There’s something about you,
There’s just something about you
Jack Jun 6
Once a red beating heart,
Left with the void filled with emptiness,
The warmth used to linger around my finger,
Distinguished with frozen soul,
The world still black and white,
As I succumbed in the cold wind,
Struggle not to lose my last piece of sanity,
To the fantasy ceased to exist from reality
This endless slumber to find you in the thousand dream,
Wish for existence of you never fade,

From this abyss of despair,
As the last breath of mine,
Will be yours,
For us to meet,

Once again..
𝙶𝙽𝙶 May 17
𝔄 𝔡𝔯𝔦𝔣𝔱𝔴𝔬𝔬𝔡 𝔬𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔬𝔠𝔢𝔞𝔫,
𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔰𝔢𝔢𝔨𝔰 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔰𝔞𝔩𝔳𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫.
𝔄𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔡𝔞𝔶 𝔨𝔦𝔰𝔰𝔢𝔰 𝔤𝔬𝔬𝔡𝔟𝔶𝔢,
𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔫𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔡𝔯𝔞𝔴𝔰 𝔫𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔟𝔶,
ℑ𝔱 𝔢𝔪𝔟𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔢𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔪𝔬𝔬𝔫𝔩𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱,
𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔟𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔢𝔰 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔱𝔬𝔯𝔪 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫.
𝔏𝔬𝔫𝔤 𝔴𝔦𝔩𝔩 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔟𝔞𝔱𝔱𝔩𝔢𝔰 𝔟𝔢,
𝔚𝔦𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔱 𝔰𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔡𝔰 𝔫𝔬𝔯 𝔰𝔥𝔦𝔢𝔩𝔡𝔰.
ℑ𝔱’𝔰 𝔠𝔞𝔲𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔲𝔭 𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔱𝔬𝔯𝔪 𝔞𝔫𝔡
𝔗𝔥𝔲𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔯 𝔠𝔩𝔞𝔭𝔰 𝔦𝔱 𝔱𝔬 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔩𝔦𝔱𝔶.
𝔏𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔰𝔱𝔯𝔦𝔨𝔢𝔰 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔩𝔢𝔞𝔳𝔢𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔭𝔞𝔯𝔨𝔰,
𝔗𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔯𝔢𝔨𝔦𝔫𝔡𝔩𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔣𝔩𝔞𝔪𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔦𝔱𝔰 𝔴𝔬𝔬𝔡𝔢𝔫 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔱.
𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔣𝔩𝔞𝔪𝔢 𝔦𝔰 𝔴𝔞𝔳𝔶, 𝔟𝔲𝔱 𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔪
𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔡𝔯𝔦𝔣𝔱𝔴𝔬𝔬𝔡 𝔫𝔬𝔴 𝔡𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔡𝔞𝔴𝔫
𝔉𝔬𝔯 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔲𝔫 𝔱𝔬𝔬 𝔟𝔯𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔴𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔡 𝔟𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔡 𝔦𝔱𝔰 𝔢𝔶𝔢𝔰
𝔄𝔫𝔡 𝔩𝔬𝔰𝔢 𝔰𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱
𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔣𝔩𝔞𝔪𝔢 𝔯𝔢𝔨𝔦𝔫𝔡𝔩𝔢𝔡
𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔩𝔢𝔢𝔭 𝔬𝔣 𝔡𝔞𝔴𝔫.

ℑ𝔱 𝔣𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔱𝔬𝔯𝔪 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔦𝔩𝔶 𝔡𝔯𝔦𝔣𝔱 𝔦𝔱 𝔱𝔬 𝔟𝔞𝔶.

𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔲𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔯 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔰𝔬 𝔩𝔬𝔲𝔡𝔩𝔶 𝔴𝔥𝔦𝔰𝔭𝔢𝔯𝔰,
“ℑ 𝔞𝔪 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔢”
𝔄𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔩𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔰𝔱𝔯𝔦𝔨𝔢𝔰 𝔦𝔱 𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔯 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔯,
𝔏𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔣𝔩𝔞𝔪𝔢𝔰 𝔬𝔣 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔫𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯 𝔟𝔲𝔯𝔫𝔰 𝔬𝔲𝔱.
ℑ𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔯𝔞𝔤𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔱𝔬𝔯𝔪,
𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔯𝔞𝔦𝔫 𝔡𝔯𝔬𝔭𝔰
𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔨𝔦𝔰𝔰𝔢𝔰 𝔦𝔱𝔰 𝔡𝔯𝔶 𝔩𝔞𝔫𝔤𝔲𝔦𝔡 𝔩𝔦𝔭𝔰.

𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖉𝖗𝖎𝖋𝖙𝖜𝖔𝖔𝖉, 𝖑𝖊𝖙 𝖎𝖙 𝖇𝖊 𝖒𝖊
𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒 𝖘𝖍𝖆𝖑𝖑 𝖇𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖊,
𝕴𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖔𝖈𝖊𝖆𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖎𝖘 𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊,
𝖔𝖓𝖈𝖊 𝖉𝖊𝖆𝖉 𝖓𝖔𝖜 𝖆𝖑𝖎𝖛𝖊.
𝕴’𝖑𝖑 𝖑𝖊𝖙 𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖙𝖍𝖚𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗𝖘 𝖜𝖍𝖎𝖘𝖕𝖊𝖗 𝖎𝖓 𝖒𝖞 𝖊𝖆𝖗,
𝕱𝖔𝖗 𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖑𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖓𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗 𝖘𝖙𝖔𝖕𝖘 𝖘𝖙𝖗𝖎𝖐𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖒𝖞 𝖜𝖔𝖔𝖉𝖊𝖓 𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖙.
𝕴 𝖜𝖆𝖓𝖙 𝖙𝖔 𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗 𝖌𝖊𝖙 𝖑𝖔𝖘𝖙 𝖎𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖘𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒.
𝕿𝖍𝖔𝖚𝖌𝖍 𝖑𝖔𝖓𝖌 𝖜𝖎𝖑𝖑 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖇𝖆𝖙𝖙𝖑𝖊𝖘 𝖇𝖊,
𝕴𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖓𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙𝖘 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖚𝖙 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖊.
When the love starts to fade...and begin to reminisce. As weak as that love feels, it's there, you just have to poke the fire and add some wood. Give it some lovin' and surely you'll find warmth.
I appreciate the read.
© 2 years ago, snoW
Francie Lynch Apr 29
I'm hardly the one
You left behind,
Twenty odd years ago;
The suit fits much better,
Now I'm in the show.
I'm not using slight-of-hand,
No smoke or mirrors,
Just running sand;
The big tent long left town.

I know the four directions,
And how my wind will blow.
And even at a four way stop
I know who has the right-of-way.
And when it's my turn to turn,
I'll step on the pedal and spin my wheels
And drive myself insane.
Craving for that quick fix, the euphoric yet momentary feeling of being loved,
Mustering up enough empathy, love and kindness to give, even though I am starved,

Walking down dark alleys, searching in all the wrong places,
Quick taste of the sample has me blurring out all the bad memories and faces,

Until, I am yet again brutally mugged,
Robbed by people often disguised as friends and family the minute I’m sufficiently drugged,

I wallow in pain and self-pity,
Over and over, it’s the same story,

Falling from a new height to an even newer low,
There’s heartbreak wherever I go.
Kewayne Wadley Dec 2021
Your memories are a poem
Presented to me at the end of the bar.
Alone & fleeting; an escape from reality.
Wanting to take part in the meeting
Of strangers; A variety of faces exchanging
****** temptation disguised as liquid courage.
Chased by the thought of not being alone
Your memories are a poem
Refilled soon as it's emptied. Wished away,
Wanting to be pursued
In exchange for monetary currency.
Bad ideas that roam the ideology of good,
You fill me, I feel you.
I stand & I stumble around the thought of you.
You start to leave me soon as I start to feel you
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