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Blu3moth Jan 2018
Keep on being a ******* idiot
Lie to yourself
Tell yourself that you're beautiful
Tell yourself that you're smart
Tell yourself that you're happy
Anything that you think does not matter
It's what everyone else thinks that shapes you
If they call you stupid
You're stupid
If they say you're hideous
You're hideous
Your "positive attitude" won't get you anywhere
It's not magic
Keep on lying to yourself see where that gets you
Brianna Sep 2017
I'm sorry, but,  I think I lost the set of rules that said I wasn't allowed to pick up the phone and call you when I felt like It.
I'm sorry, but, I think I lost the rule book that said I was only allowed to text you every two days or so.

We are in the new.
We are the modern dating - the **** dating- the "I like you right now but maybe not tomorrow" dating.
We are in the "I think I'm in love with you but don't actually know you" dating.

Maybe I'm a little pessimistic and sad and a little *******.
Maybe I'm just tired of my heart getting destroyed.
Maybe I just want someone to really get to know me instead of asking to see my ****.

I'm sorry, but, maybe you didn't get it when I said I wanted something real- no games, no playing around.
I'm sorry, but, maybe you didn't hear me when I said I want to get to know you or maybe you just ignored that part.

We are the new.
We are the Modern.
We are the ******* "Millennials"  everyone talks **** about.
DblNickel May 2017
Tightrope
Living on the line
Plummet
Noose of twine.
Marietta Ginete Apr 2017
Ii'm a person that believes
that someday you will leave.
And that your smile will be the death of me,
for i know that we can never be.
My heart shouts your name
but if we change we'll never be the same.
Again, here we are.
I see you as nothing but a scar
from what we could've been.
Your hand lifting up my chin,
leaning in for something
that would get my adrenaline pumping.
But no, that'll never happen.
Your arms, i'll never be wrapped in.
You wouldn't show up at my door,
telling me you're wanting us to be more
than friends.

Your eyes told me secrets,
they would keep me sleepless.
It was a stare or a glance
that made me think I had a chance.
Besides, i was probably just another girl.
One of thousands in your world
that is also hoping to call you mine.
And here I am, waiting for something like a sign,
so that I would know when it is my time.
My time for you to love me, your time to rhyme,
your time to be head over heels for me
like how I am now for you, but you don't see.
When it is our time to be together,
I know you would hold me in the cold weather.

But I need to stop with all this thinking
before my heart ends up sinking.
All these what if's and could have beens
is where all the pain really begins.
Because it's you that keeps me overthinking,
and my imagination that keeps me hoping
for something that is way beyond my reach.
And it is you, within each.
I need to stop hoping
and maybe then I'd stop groaning
over a loss that wasn't completely mine.
Soon I'll be laughing and I'll be fine.
But for now, I'll still be desiring.
As long as you're still inspiring.
But I know for sure there's nothing for us.
And for this topic, there's no more to discuss.
i can be quite a pessimist at times.
The tricks of the self:
to confuse and divide, ensnare and impair,
to turn the head on the tail.
Leaving us all chasing circles,
lashing out at phantoms and grasping for dreams.
Living our life's through fiction.
Against the real, it seems we rail.
My mistake was to believe:
To believe in human kindness or reason,
or that truth is in some way potent.
The idea that humanity could make sense,
of what the past will portent.
To dream that borders would not be
barriers to better ways.
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