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sheralyn Jul 2015
but you're not.
the same **** words again
i don't know how i could take
it for so long
you said you'd be there by
my side
and yet you're not;
you said i could cry on your
jacket when i needed to
but you're not here
you're not here when i need
you
a child, abandoned in a cardboard
box-
look where you've put me
without knowing that
you're the the only thing that
can dry my tears and
make me feel comfortable
i thought you'd actually
be there
i guess i was just too dumb
to believe that you'd leave-
and too worn out to think
you'd come back.
here's a quick one... just a draft. (:
Taylor Lynn May 2015
I feel sorry for you,
because she's moved on.
You finally lost the girl you never thought you would,
and I feel sorry for you,
because at one point in time,
she would of given you the world,
but now you're lucky if she'll even give you the time of day.
You  lost her
its no ones fault but your own,
because that girl tried everything for you,
but you weren't willing to fight for her.
I feel sorry for you,
because she finally realized she deserves better than you.
She gave up on trying to make you happy,
no now she cares about making herself happy.
You're no longer who she thinks of at night before she goes to bed,
and you're no longer the name she smiles at when she hears it.
She's found someone new,
someone who is willing to show her what she deserves,
because you see,
she's found someone who gives her life,
when you showed her nothing but the cold darkness.
She no longer thinks about you every second of every hour,
no you're nothing but a memory,
a lesson she's learned from,
maybe next time you'll learn,
to not go after rocks,
when you had a diamond in your hands for so long,
and maybe one day,
you'll learn how to love,
with that cold rock you call a
heart
T.B.
TAB Mar 2015
I moved on the day
I realized
I could not share
The sparkle in your eyes
With another.

I moved on without a single sigh
Not one tear did I cry.
Though, I won't lie,
I was a little hurt.

I moved on when it hit me
Who I was.
I am amazing
I am blazing.
I am bright.
I am consuming.
Because there's too much of me
To love
Too much love
I will give
For me to settle for
Scraps of affection.

I moved on.
But you will come
To your senses
Sooner or later
And sooner or later
Is already too late.
I'll wait for you to realize what you've missed out on
Cassidy Doyle May 2014
You again.
Haunting my thoughts late in the night,
just as every night before this.

I can never keep your poison out of my heart.
You are the disease crippling me.
Forcing me to gasp for air and write terrible poetry.

How many years have I been under your spell?
A lost and hopeless cause,
a dog begging for scraps of affection.

It's been almost a year since I've moved away
and yet you're still swarming my brain in odd evening hours.
I want to hold you in my arms and keep you there forever.
I want you to hold me in yours and want the same.

You will never love me like you love her.
I hate you both for that, but anytime I mention hate around you,
you transform into a three foot green alien
spouting jumbled wisdom occasionally hard to follow.

I wish I could just move on.
I've tried so hard. I did everything you told me to.
Everything you ever asked.
You told me I was the perfect girl for you,
but you just didn't love me.

What the hell is wrong with me?
Heidi Mason Jan 2015
what the ****
I never thought I'd be losing you
but I didn't  actually lose you

you walked away from my life
like it was so easy for you

I think I didn't mean anything to you
I was the spam in your email
and im worthless to you
I'm sorry
but I still am missing you
Victoria Johnson Dec 2014
Here I stand shocked,
I forgot your birthday,
I thought the day wouldn't come,
That I went without thinking of you,
That my life wouldn't revolve,
Around you.

I've grown just so much,
That I don't rely on you,
To make my choices for me,
To control what I say or do.

I am alive and I am me,
And nothing you have done,
Could have changed my core,
My essence, my very being.
I am not yours.

I am happy now,
And finally free,
From your grasp,
From the grip you had on me.

Thank you,
For teaching me how to love,
And thank you,
For teaching me to move on.
To Nick. The best first boyfriend a girl could have asked for, one that would inadvertently teach her to not put up with someone obsessed with controlling her. For being loving despite everything I didn't know. I can't believe you're 20, and I forgot.
Victoria Johnson Nov 2014
I am afraid.
Of you,
Or more realistically,
Your power over me.
I am afraid of intimacy,
Well, I was,
Until you coerced me,
My first kiss,
Stolen from my lips.
The feeling of your fingertips,
Tracing my every curve,
Or lack thereof,
I was but a child you know.
Little by little,
My fears slipped away,
As you held me,
And told me you'd love me,
You'd marry me someday,
That I would always be safe.
Then you grew up.
I was afraid,
And now,
Now I am terrified.
Written for my first ex.
Poetic T Oct 2014
It hung delicately upon it,
Yet not touching.
All was surrounded
It was like clouds had
Wished to kiss the ground,
Moisture,  
Condensation,
Breath,
Suspended between
Heaven
&
Earth.
Each so close caressing between each,
Condensing into a lingering touch,
Dew
Mist
Haze
A gentle breeze like breath.
Exhales, the beads between both
For this moment removed, they nearly
Were one, caressed a lingering never touch.
And moved on, till the next time
Sky gently caresses upon the *Earth.
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