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nat Apr 2019
"it’s been months.
get over it.
just ignore the fact he’s there."

but how could i tell them that looking at you makes me,
sick.
it makes me cold, like the winter finally showed,
it makes the tears gather, the chills run through my body.

but how could i tell them that hearing your laugh makes me,
hurt.
it makes me reminisce on nights when i heard it endlessly,
sweaty palms in the fear that you'll hold them,
the thought of caressing your face.


it makes me,
think.

possibly, this is not the time to be doing this
but how could i tell them im not over it.
it makes me,
realize.

im not over you.
Grace Frederick Nov 2018
If I told you I love you,
would that be enough.
If I told you, you are the only thing I think about,
would you give us another chance.
If I learned how to communicate,
would you take me back.
If I told you I loved you
would you say it back?
cleann98 Apr 2018
A friend once gave me
A paper flower,
An orange one, a dahlia
And it reminded me of you...
I know she just made it
Out of thin sheets of crepe paper
But I just can smell fresh daisies
Whenever I hold it close.
Just like how I could smell you
Thousands of miles away---

I fell in love with the dahlia
As quickly as I fell for you
Believing the make believe flower
Won't fade away like you'd do...

Hoping I don't have to
Shower it with as much time
Nor do I have to be with it
As much as I could have been for you---

I know it's my fault
We didn't last before

Yet for this one time I tried...
But how could I have known
That the sad reality is
Even paper flowers would wilt too?
Lol -----syraxx----- I still keep the flower, even if it's wilted beside my bed, maybe because I wasn't able to keep you after you faded. I actually expected neither to happen, I mean, you were even stronger than I am, how could you have first faltered before I did? And how could the paper flower act like a real one, it's petals slowly started to flop down and curl and the stem bent...
alexa Jan 2018
it's just that sometimes when your name shows up on my phone
i get too excited
and whenever i think of the word blue
i think of your eyes
and whenever i read those dumb paragraphs on instagram
i firstly think of you
and so i guess i'm over you in a way that means
i'm so
totally
not.
Vinny Chav Nov 2017
And I'm so ******* stupid to lose a girl like you. What was I thinking? Being a **** boy and then growing up without you here with me?
ᗺᗷ Dec 2013
I used to know every soft crack in her hand
and how I loved coating each one
with the skin from mine.
I would rest on her warmth
and think about how I never wanted to leave that vacation.

As the suns turned to moons, summer turned to winter
and winter couldn’t look back.

It dried her skin and calloused mine.
I would reach for her hand but
it gripped like a stranger with a hidden agenda.

Winter eventually turned back to summer but
summer was someone else.

I’m with a new hand now
who’s soft cracks attempt to fill my gaps. But
instead of giving her my skin,
I leave sand in between us
from last year’s vacation I never wanted to leave.
I see you,
you smiled,
I smiled;

You walked closer -- to her
and hugged her tight,

I hugged my arms tighter,
trying to hold back the tears

I walked away
still eyeing on you--
and t'was when I realized,

I wasn't completely over you.
A tale of a broken heart.
lonleyflowerx Oct 2014
you were the hunter,
and I was the prey
you set up traps to trick me into your frigid clutch
my guard use to be so strong
but you tricked me to forget that
and there I stood
heart open, arms wide, and giving you every part of myself
it didn't take one shot but instead it took much more
because after each shot I kept wandering back to you
it didn't take long for the scars on my heart to start accumulating
you fire one last shot
I remembered when you promised you would never hurt me
but here I am drowning in my own pain and tears
I think you've finally killed me
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lonleyflowerx Oct 2014
because of you
I use to see colors
but now all I see is grey
at one point your purpose
was intended to be a medicine
but you turned into a drug
and now I'm a struggling addict
that's going through withdrawals-
tell me how to get the colors of my life back that I gave to you
because when I said I loved you so much that I was willing to give you everything;
I didn't think you would keep it all when you left
SMILEY May 2015
The touch of your lips remain in my memory
The soft sound of your whispers
The sensation of your hands
The feeling I get when you walk into the room

Its funny
The way I felt for you
Its hilarious
Then you let go of the unbreakable grip we held
Inseparable
And now I realize
It wasn't long
Until we were both alone
But this is the reason
You are something
About my life
I will never forget
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