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Irene J Sep 25
where should I hide
my love.

while I'm dying for
you to notice me,

you said that it
better to be kept

rather ruin the beauty
of what it is now.
They say we accept the love we think we deserve
But consider this: we give back the love we've been offered

All I have is an infinite capacity to hurt, cut deep
I would destroy you - Apollo
Creature of music and hope
I rather hope I never have the chance to

I see you and try to imagine what it could feel like
to be loved carefully, cradled
Swathed in your light
Some quick feelings penned down - like bloodletting.
eva-mae Oct 6
I ache
for the smallest parts of me
that you took when you left
my hope
my trust
my innocent love
ripped from my mind and bereft:

i mourn the glimmers of freshness
new, like the morning
Replaced by the doubts
Feeding and gnawing
Less hope
Less trust
Less innocence love

I soldier on to the upcoming dawning.
rip me to pieces and break me apart
I will soldier on and heal my own heart
The Vault Aug 13
God God God.
I keep digging the hole deeper
I try and I try
To make you happy
And not upset
But I am only ruining it
And my happiness.
Awesome Annie Jul 25
I opened myself
Arms stretched
Into his bed.
Uncaring of
What it will cost me.

Am I this way?
*** is Binding
Intertwined unspeakably
Beyond lifetimes
And far past
Our hearts
Own Comprehension.

We mold together
Passion overwhelming
Self destruction
With each ******.
Left lingering
For eternity
Between ruin and bliss.
Anastasia Jul 8
Do it
Cut the string
And it
Ruin me
Sever your ties
**** it
Slice at my heartstrings
Destroy my dreams
Massacre the thread
So that you can't put it back together
Make me cry
Want to d i e
That's what you want, isn't it
To ruin me
Anastasia Jul 6
i feel d r a i n e d
after i cry
but so full
of false things
l i e s  i tell myself
to feel better
b l e e d i n g  i watch
i watch people r u i n themselves
And it hurts
it h u r t s
I hate it
how c r u e l  the world is
Iska May 12
I hate that I am eating.
I hate every bite, every swallow.
I hate every taste, every wrapper.
I hate the bile that raises in the back of my throat every time
I try to consume food.
I am so so very sick of it all.
So sick of needing to be high to even want to eat.
So sick of the feeling of being full
And I hate my need to be rid of it.
Of trying to force it to stay down
But secretly wishing that my ***** will drown me.
I hate myself when I do *****.
But I hate myself so much more when I don’t.
But they say I’m pretty
But they say I’m better
So why is it so hard
When every swallow is burning me alive
And every ***** makes me a liar.
And every skipped meal makes me a coward.
Baazi-chan Apr 17
I don't ask.
For much.
But when I do.
I expect it to be done.

Am I wrong.
To do this.
Does it sound.
I wonder...

Been doing everything.
For others.
Most days.
Of my life.
With no gratitude.

My goodness.
Is not enough.
Am I so.
For others to see.
I care.
I don't mind.

People throwing.
Around like.
Old shoes.
Giving others.
To ruin.
What is a.
Simple life.
I live.

Don't be so.
They say.
They say.
But little do they know.
The life I live.
Filled with ******.
I most times.
Can't endure.

Life Mona....
And that's all she wrote.
Ek Apr 10
I return once again
To my trusty pen
To pent out the storms
That brew deep within

But this time I find
I haven’t a rhyme
To execute my words
And represent my mind

So now there’s a worry
And some need to hurry
To prove that I feel
But feelings are blurry

Instead, I panic
My writing’s quite manic
Forgetting the real world
And all that’s pragmatic

Artificial hinderance
To prevent the ignorance
Is something i brew
My mind is carnivorous
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