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Lenny Marie May 2014
Don't you think it's a little early for a breakdown?
Holed away in your basement bedroom
Lying about your mental age
And downing bottle after bottle,
Stolen from your parents' fridge.
Isn't this a bit too much?
And a bit too late?
It's been three weeks and you're choosing to feel it now?
Pick up that shovel and head outside,
We have work to do.
i'm always too late
Cierra Rose Apr 2014
Yesterday,
I asked for a sign.
A sign that would tell me if
This thing between you and I
Was worth it...
Today,
I believe that sign was given to me.
Given to me as I feel my heart race
When I see a girls ***, not her face
And it wasn't mine...
Tomorrow,
I will be doing me.
Doing me because the guy I thought was great
Turned out to be fake
So now its over...
Kas Apr 2014
I lied.
I do care that we never even held hands
I do care that I can’t ever tell my parents about you
I do care that you would wreck my life.
But I lied.
I do care for you.
I lied to you.
We broke up on facebook.
I lied when I agreed that it was going nowhere.
I lied to you.
I didn’t always drink.
I started after I told you so I wouldn’t lie.
Now when I take a swig of my whiskey, it hurts
It burns
But not as much as it did when I lied.
When I lie.
When I inhale the fumes
Of my cigarette
The smoke invades and kills my lungs
Like my emotions did to my heart
When I lied.
I do care that you are destructive to me.
You have already destroyed me
And we dated for only one afternoon.
I still care for you.
But I will play out my indifference.
I have lied to you.
I will lie to you.
My breakup story.

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