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Juno Dec 2020
your little corner of my mind
is a happy place;
the only place i can see you.

we think back to our childhood
the fun we had;
i wish i’d never left.

your little corner of my mind
could be a happy place
but it grows smaller every day
about an amazing friend i lost contact with when i moved away. i try to remember her but it gets harder with time.
katie Dec 2020
pieces starting to fall into place,
i no longer worry about saving face
i thought i had escaped loneliness back then,
but now i realized that it was nowhere near the end

a blank canvas enters the scene,
a slate furthermore wiped clean
i cannot say i’m moving forward with no trepidation,
but i’m positive that i no longer hold any reservations
happy birthday to me 🎂
Amanda Kay Burke Dec 2020
But see her strength shine
Has will to move tall mountains
When life gets too hard
And it always does
Sawyer Dec 2020
I never thought I’d know the grief of
leaving
before I knew the grief of
gone

On nights like these, I feel
your head still in my lap,
or at least it where it
should be.

Your weight always warmed me,
and now I sleep
3 blankets heavy,
trying to replicate it.

Replace it, maybe,
against my better judgement.

My heart is part yours,
but so are my hands.
This new life I’m meant for
slips from my newly-atrophied fingers

I’ve started to grind my teeth
at night.

I wonder how long it’ll be
until I wear through the bone.

Twin flames burn bright,
then burn out.
If we were both one end of a candle,
now we’re clinging to the scraps of wax

I’m asking - Is it enough to say I miss you?
If there’s another word,
a stronger word,
I’d love to know it.

At 2am I text
“love u”

and hope you understand.
Leaving friends is hard.
IZ J Nov 2020
I have a two-week breaking point.
For 14 days I go through the motions: emotionless.
For a fortnight of time, I am indifferent to all things.

Yet on that 15th day I snap, bringing my composure down as well.

On the 15th day, I resort back to a shell of dependency,
hunkering away in isolation with nobody to depend on.
I become a nail made for a wall, but with no wall to go into.
My sole purpose is hopeless and my ambitions crushed.

Some may say I have a two-week expiration date.
Sarafæl Nov 2020
Would you come for me
In my darkest hour?
No my heart won't bleed
It just turns sour
This rotting flesh
Inside my chest
Only causes pain
Turning me insane

I saw eyes on every wall
I swear I saw you fall
Thought you died
But you were still alive
It was all in my mind
Our lives became entwined

I don't wanna write about you anymore
I'm tired of my heart growing sore
Im happy to see you've moved on from me
Im ready to let go and let you be
But the way you hurt me still aches deep

I asked you to come for me in my darkest hour
But you pulled away and my heart turned sour
I tried to rely on you
But you couldn't follow through
Clingy, codependent, smothering, decaying goo
Sometimes I feel that's all I was to you

So now we'll just be friends
And that's how the story ends
MJ Nov 2020
Now
we're fading like the bite marks
i left on your skin

and we're as false as the fibs
you quickly caught me in
Shannon Soeganda Nov 2020
She is always my ghost, enshadowing my trail---

Wherever I go,

Whatever I do,

Whoever I am with---

She is but a name I can no longer speak.

In her brown eyes
I can't help but drown my self
For I have realized that

at the end of the day,

I'm nothing but an entity;
something illusory
for the ocean of her incoherent thoughts,

of the what-ifs,
the could've been,
the should've been
regarding us both.
Off you go; heard you're at your happiest state with her. I am happy and humbled to know that you guys are happy together. Long last, guys. Stay sane, and stay safe. I believe you're in good hands. She nurtures you better than I did.

P.S: Nevermind, you pathetic liar.
pa3que Nov 2020
a tendency to move around the sphere,
overhauls once inner sadness.

one has planted the seeds of laughter,
on a graveyard overgrown by reeds.

now observing them despair as
flames emerging from a sweet wine glass.

sipping on it, like a hungry child,
finding its way out of this social experiment.

indulging guilt, now as i stand,
on the velvet lace of passed times.

finally they told me to inhale wrongs,
exhaling passion for others to feed on.

no being with a heart still beating,
not i, nor you, nor the sphere itself,
should give oneself up to vagari of others.

exhale only for what melts its heart,
as a chocolate with honey melts into one's taste.
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