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close your eyes
just hold it there
seconds too long
try not to stare
wide open now
call me by your name
we both know how
nothing will be the same

anymore
no more breakup poetry
unless of course you ever leave me
which you wont
cos you pinkie promised me
Sophia 2d
if all of us are beautiful
then we
must
all
be
the
same.
Regan 7d
i loved you—i think.
you’re not the same.
i barely see the same person
in you.
your flaws seem darker,
your smile seems more faded.
i hardly hear your laugh now.
is what i felt love?
because i don’t remember
how i felt;
your sad smile blinds me.
you’re the one who left me—
but it seems like
i’m in a better place.
i found someone,
i know i love.
you walk around
with your head down;
while i walk with a smile.
i’m sorry i wasn’t good enough,
but you completely ruined me,
and i turned out fine.
Johnny walker Nov 30
Interesting theory of the world turned full circle back to the beginning of time to start all
over
Would we do everything
In life just the same as before, my guess yes probably we
would
Another Interesting thought given a chance would we do It all over again just as before
Anya Nov 27
I internally sneered
at her disjointed manner

Externally cheerful
but actually proud that I wasn't her

Acting like her friend
But only, when it was convenient or I felt pity

Seeming to mind my own business
But chastising her inside

I wondered what was going on
Everything she did
wasn't malicious
She simply didn't know
But why did I act the way I did
...
But today I understand
She and I,
are one and the same
I took an event that occurred with me back in middle school, elongated it a little bit and wrote it into this poem.
Shofi Ahmed Nov 26
The sun is not
    for one day.
       The same sunrise
          is new every day!
Johnny walker Nov 16
Nothing stays the same
In life, no blame to lay
It's just our ever-changing
world
But sadly It a place to
where I no longer able
to fit,
For with my wife I had
lived In my own world
for twenty
years
Until sadly she passed
away, life Is just not the
same or ever will be
again
Nothing In life stays the same, at least that's the way I see It
aih Nov 10
What it is, what it used to be
True love
Loyalty and commitment
Beautiful moments
Of walking everywhere together
Borrowing cars and seeing how far
Our feet could take us.
Where we can go to make out
Without looking like ****** kids.
All the things we could do with little bit of money.
Staying up all night together
Getting to know each other.

What it is, what it used to be
Fake love
One sided with a blind eye
I was loyal and you were looking across the street.
Sad moments
Of me walking to you anywhere
Borrowing cars and seeing how far
I can get you to walk with me.
Where we can make out
So you can get your hard one down.
All the things we could do with little bit of money.
Staying up all night together
Getting to know each other.

What it is, what it used to be
Me trying and fighting to keep us together.
Neglecting the red flags
Pretending what we had was true
Praying that you’d change your ways
Hoping you’d see I’m waiting for you
Cause I gave you everything you have now
But I’ve opened my eyes
And I’m done with you.
Madison Nov 9
I don’t just want someone
Who loves me...
I want someone who loves
The way I love.
Is that so much to ask... ***
Carl Webb II Nov 2
“at this pizza place, all they got is cheese with no crust, a little bit of rust mixed in from every bolt and every nut, at every table is a **** that’s ready to . . .”

grow up . . .

“serving hard knocks with a side of familiarity opens up a path for the freaks, or something like that . . .”

throw up . . .
spill guts at tables, overstuffed, not able to feed themselves, unstable, and to the stables they wander . . .
must be food time again . . .

“whatever fills me up with what I lack is what I’ll indulge in, praising him/her to stay above ‘sin’, o’ here I go again . . .”

throw up . . .
spill guts at tables, overstuffed, not able to feed themselves, unstable, and wandering . . . and wandering . . . unable to stop and . . .
grow up . . .
serving hard knocks with a side of familiarity opens up a path for the damaged, or something like that . . .

I really shouldn’t talk, while I’m eating
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