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aj kamari Nov 2018
THEY make you feel special-
and then leave as if you were nothing more than a bag of trash.
THEY tear you down without even knowing it-
slowly chipping away the pieces most prized to you.
THEY sink you to the bottom-
and only then do they leave so you’re left drowning;
watching them float back up;
wondering how they manage to be completely fine after wrecking your life.
THEY lie and steal-
parts of your heart and carry it with them as trophies of all the people they’ve hurt.
THEY make empty promises-
they seem solid, but in reality are nothing more than hot air.
THEY are the **** of the earth-
and they reel you, offering you the world knowing that’s exactly what they’re going to strip from you...
Becca Nov 2018
In the garden
tomatoes crushed under my feet
and juice flowed out
just like how you
crushed my heart
and fragments bled around
ardnaxela Nov 2018
You were fifth grade
so you were
my playground -
I buried small treasures
in your sand.

You were seventh grade,
lips sealed like my locker.
My safety, my trust..
I left my initials
inside your door.

You were tenth grade -
An open book,
a willing vessel;
I inked your pages
with my diary.

You were college.
You were shallow and empty.
I left you
with baggage full
of my least favorite memories.

You
You are now
but
I see future in you.
Perhaps

You'll be the
string that ties
these knots
and brings me
back to my center.
each time I gave a little piece of me. 11/1/18
Amanda Kay Burke Oct 2018
I hope you have made
Good use of the pieces and
Parts you took from me
Do you miss me? Because I miss all the parts of myself I gave up to be with you.
wizmorrison Oct 2018
They
Will
Make
You
Fall
Then
Leave
This is one of the most heartbreaking part of love, isn't it?
Gods1son Oct 2018
Sometimes, we experience heartbreaks
Well, maybe falling and breaking into pieces is not bad after all
Maybe it's an opportunity
Opportunity to see the tiny pieces we are made of
Opportunity to get rid of those pieces that are impurities in us
Opportunity to solve another puzzle and make a design even more beautiful!
How many times
have my lips touched
Another's?
How many parts
have I given
Of my soul?
How many pieces of me
Have I subjected
to breaking? How many
More years 'til I
get back up,
and be whole?
Or will I
never
be whole
ever
again?
Camryn Oct 2018
I'm shattered to pieces,
I'm always in pain,
And I'm not sure,
If I'm still sane.

I can't hear noise,
I can't speak,
I can't move,
from feeling so weak.

So I lie here,
Never to be woken,
In sorrow and pain,
because I am broken.
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