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I was gathering my things as you were walking past
You stopped and stared at me
I stopped as well our eyes locking together
I asked wanting to know your thoughts and reason for being in front of me
"You look tired. Are you okay?"
You told and asked me
"Yeah, I am."
Was all I said
You walked away afterwards content with my answer
And I'm sorry Mr. Modrak,
But I lied
Our arms lock and embrace
I stare at your lovely face
the reflection in your eye
shows another guy
that's standing behind

Dagger stabbing, blade twisting
back bleeding, stomach turning
eyes blurry, ears ringing
mouth drying, brain denying.

Am I just your stability?
Amaris Oct 7
if i can act like i'm okay, am i?
everything i say can turn into a lie
of course i'm good, it's all fine
where do i have to draw the line
well if i'm really being honest:
(after all i made that promise)
i really want to get better but i'm so tired
i don't want to be awake but my mind's on fire
Amaris Oct 4
A childish accusation, "You promised"
Before fear's taught kids are bolder
Denied the right, who can I trust
And I can't say, now that I'm older
Growing up we all learn how to lie
Despite all our parents' trying
It's become my second nature, why?
I've found it's easier than fighting
When the world demands a lot of you
You learn to adjust or fall apart
Rarely is the desired answer true
Tangled in lies, where do I start
I know I can do better and I should
A refrain throughout our heads
Binding words, be a kid that's "good"
Follow through all that's been said
My master is fear, I've learned my lesson
Lying seems to be an act that's kind
We tend to try to have good intentions
"How are you today?" "I'm doing fine."
where most people
lack kindness
and where kind people
lack friends.

- where lying is the new truth
and orange is the new black.

- where people are taught
that in order to be loved
by their knight in shining armour,
they need to hate themselves first.

- in which we exist,
not for ourselves,
but for the sake of our fellow inhabitants.

we live in an amazing world -
but perhaps you can't see that
because of the people who hold you
trapped behind the bars of society.

- v.m
inspired by a conversation i had w/ my future wife.
You say you care, but it doesn't feel like it.
You say you're interested, but it doesn't feel like it.
You say that I'm pretty, but it doesn't feel like it.
You told me to have a better night yesterday, but I didn't.
I waited by the phone, excited for you to call, but you didn't.
Just, if you could, please stay away.
I thought you wanted to be my friend, but you don't.
At least it doesn't feel like it.
And if you're near me, it will keep tearing my heart apart.
So please.
Just leave me alone.
Nothing you do will make me feel better.
And I'm sorry about that.
I just think you're lying to me about everything.
Eve Stumpges Sep 21
Sometimes I wonder
How deep the eyes can get under
Our mouths spewing blunder.
I hope the end goal isn’t deception
But rather an accurate display of perception
Rewarded with genuine reception.
Your soul will always surface
It won’t last acting a part in the circus
You’ll get lost in the void without your true purpose.
So don’t needlessly waste finite time
Making connections that fall apart after you’ve already made the climb
Sing your own song and the whole world will begin to rhyme.

The ocean's wave rolls
and beats repeatedly
carving a way into the soul
of this precipice
foaming at the mouth

no, wait....

that's just your tongue
coated in a miasma of
a siren song
you ******* liar  

sunbathing on my pyre
the whole town now congregates around
with devil-red
containers of gasoline
while your devil-red
lips act the fire

Only the clever witches
survived the trials

the whole town now dances around
feasting on the lotus petals
that root in the palm of your hand

look at them move
locked in each others hands
"This will bring peace"
while they nod and agree

"Pour more gasoline"
escapes between those sharp teeth

happiness is a moveable feast
at least your eating
like a queen

go ahead and **** the marrow
out of these innocent bones
tomorrow I will be gone

once I thought of you as Ithaca
now realize that these
are Troy's stones

it's time to sail back home.
Savy Sep 17
I was mad.

I was mad about being second best.
I was mad about taking a second place in your heads.
I was mad about what you discussed behind my back.
I was mad about realising how mad it all made me become.

I was sad.

I was sad about how excluded you made me feel.
I was sad about how vulnerable I had let myself become.
I was sad about not feeling as important to you anymore.
I was sad because I felt so alone without you.
With you.

I was tired.

I was tired of seeing them push me aside.
I was tired of being interrupted for your gains.
I was tired of being used to broaden your shoulders
And widen your egos
I was tired of seeing her face and hearing you laugh at her words.

I was wounded.

Wounded because you left me all alone when I needed you.
Wounded because you chose them over me. And her.
Wounded because I had finally found my place and they took it from me.
Wounded because my mistakes were haunting me.
Wounded because you were hurting me, neglecting me, rejecting me.

Now you've come back to me.

Come back like I predicted.
Come back like none of this ever happened.
Come back like she was never here.
Like I never asked you that question.
Come back like we were never different.
Come back like my heart is still yours and yours is still mine.

And now you smile at me,
Talk to me,
Laugh at me like nothing ever happened, nothing ever changed.
Like we will still remain
The same
And I don't know what to think anymore
Other than what love is made of.
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