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Dark Delusion Dec 2016
For what you expected me to be.
Was what you never saw.
Phoebe Hynes Dec 2016
You came to me in what I thought was a dream,
but it was actually the mundane,
and the secrets my conscious brain,
was keeping from me.

You were a part of reality all along,
it's just taken me a bit to realize it.
Sunlight can be blinding,
and raindrops are more obvious.
Donald Durham Oct 2016
I left you
Left you lying on a bed
Cuddled up with our memories.
I left you to go cry
To rock myself to sleep
Clutching our memories.
I left you
I left you whole, yet I was shattered
Broken pieces of self doubt and insecurity.
I left you to go put myself back together,
To try and regain my dignity
To try and feel happy
I left you to try and figure out
how you can both leave me feeling so good
And also so lost.
I left you because you don't want me
Because I can't continue to want you
And I can't continue to care, when you dont.
I left you because I am chasing a ghost
Running after someone that never started the race.
I left you because I knew you'd let me
Let me run out the door,
Drunk as I was, sad as I was, lonely and playing second fiddle as I was.
I left you because your pity makes me sick
Am I as pathetic as I appear?
I left you because I knew you wouldn't call,
I knew you wouldn't text to see if I was ok.
I left because sleep was more important
To you then my slowly breaking heart and mind.
I left you because I am too dramatic
and even still I know this is my fault,
That this played out the way I knew it would.
I left you because I cannot leave myself.
I hate feeling like this. I hate that I have to write this. I hate that I like it, that I need to be broken to feel alive and want the pain for some masochistic meandering meltdown.
Andrea Vasquez May 2016
She's obviously happy
Obviously joyful
Obviously peppy
Obviously she's had a happy life
Right?
What isn't obvious is her tears,
the ones she lets flood out after shutting her bedroom door at night.
Her scars she's hidden after the incident.
The "friends" she left behind.
No one knows
She's dying inside
No one knows
How much she wants to jump
How much she wants to pull the trigger
How much is weighing down on her shoulders.
She acts happy
She acts joyful
She acts peppy
She is woeful.
Blood and death fill her thoughts.
Cheer and hope fill her spoken words.
gravygod Nov 2015
i can't make you love me
and it pains me to admit
no matter how many times
i pleasure you
or touch you
it couldn't possibly help
i despise how obvious it is
that i am constantly savoring
your every kiss
memorizing your lips
and how they fit mine
just right
gazing into your eyes
until everything turns hazel
stroking your rough skin
and learning the landmarks
of your exterior surface
please just stay prisoner
in my bed
just wish i could look into
your mind
to know what you truly think
of me
and us
but how can i expect you
to love me
when i can't even
love myself
Paramount Pawn Aug 2015
Don't be too obvious
Even your whisper could be heard
Don't be too obvious
Your glances could be caught
Don't be too obvious
You failed
And now he's looking into your eyes
And melting you inside
katie Jun 2015
What year is it in Mississippi?
Sometimes it’s hard to tell,
You’d think in the 21st century,
We’d be able to tell time well.

Talking slow and taking it slow is okay
At least for most of the time
But there’s a big difference in drawling what you say,
And never reaching your prime

What year is it in Mississippi?
I don’t think it has its own zone.
Surely it’s impossible for the entire state
To have their watches on loan.

What year is it in Mississippi?
They seem so hopelessly behind,
Most other states quickly recognize
That her flag is hatred-lined.

What year is it in Mississippi?
Sorry, but I have to ask,
First in everything bad, and last in anything good,
To even tie with another state seems an impossible task.

Because when you act like you’re still in the past,
You’re going to keep being last.
And passed.
And bashed.
And masked.
And trashed.

No one thinks it’s hopeless yet
Or that the whole state is obscene,
I just hate to break it to Mississippi
That it is 2015.
Àŧùl Jun 2015
I have set the priorities in my life,
You're my top priority future wife,
What bothers you is my top strife.
I chuck those parts out of my life,
You should not worry future wife,
What in front of you is such a strife.
Over me I give you exclusive rights.
I was ready for it buddy.
It is not something unexpected.
I request you to please calm down.
If you don't like some people, it's fine,
Then I won't like them either.

My HP Poem #877
©Atul Kaushal
Isabella styles May 2015
I finally figured out
as I fell in love
you simply grazed it
I'm still fallen'
Jude Harlow Nov 2014
I can’t write stories, they take too long
I've lost my rhythm, I can’t write a song…
I haven’t missed anyone long enough to write while they’re gone
perhaps its a defect behind a facade held strong

My anger, a rapture, is forgotten right after
words can’t describe, they won’t capture
I’m left to manufacture false emotions and stature
I fall short what I’m after and its obvious
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