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glistening
morning dew

the sky
a golden hue

you’re in bed
with someone new

you are in love
with only you

you say we’re done playing
this hurtful little game

ruining the reputations
of both our names

but when I suggest
we start taking things serious

you respond by telling me
that you are still curious

about the bodies with which
you haven’t yet had sx

every time you say it, you break me
like I’m one of your objects

you think I don’t know you?
we’ve already met

took me a while
didn’t realize at the outset

your face is different
now you’re a brunette

but the game’s always the same
and it hasn’t changed yet

say whatever you can
just to make her wet

say what she wants to hear
and what you want, you’ll get

“tell her she’s the only one you’re talking to
her dress might hit the floor”

“tell her that you care
she might let you make her sore”

“tell her you can’t breathe without her
she might let you go hrdcre”

“but if you tell her that you love her……….
then you’re guaranteed to score”

so I know what you do
and I know who you are

and right now you’re in bed
with Red Crop Top from the bar

she’s still sleeping so you text me
“I love you,” with a heart

wow...
even Pinocchio’s nose couldn’t stretch that far

you’re in bed
with someone new

so the blame
goes to you

because I can’t be happy
without you

but I can’t be happy
with you too

you break hearts and promises
it makes me blue

if only I could
get over you

I can’t get over
while I’m still under

you’ll never love me
that will be your greatest blunder

you make my heart break
can you hear its thunder

I wanna text back
but you’re with her

I’m sure last night
is still a blur

quick! put the phone down
she’s beginning to stir

she’ll say “good morning”
with a seductive purr

you’ll search your mind for a name
but you can’t remember her

“was she really worth my pain?”
my mind will wonder

but I decide to reply…..
“I love you too”

glistening
morning dew

the sky
a golden hue

and you’re in bed
with someone new
This is the same poem as my poem Glistening, but this includes extra verses, a more emotional and powerful ending, and the rearrangement of some verses.
glistening
morning dew

the sky
a golden hue

you’re in bed
with someone new

you are in love
with only you

you say we’re done playing
this hurtful little game

ruining the reputations
of both our names

but when I suggest
we start taking things serious

you respond by telling me
that you are still curious

about the bodies with which
you haven’t yet had ***

every time you say it, you break me
like I’m one of your objects

you think I don’t know you
but I’ve met you before

“tell her that you care
she might let you make her sore”

“tell her she’s the only one you’re talking to
her dress might hit the floor”

“tell her you can’t breathe without her
she might let you go *******”

“but if you tell her that you love her……….
then you’re guaranteed to score”

so I know what you do
and I know who you are

and right now you’re in bed
with Red Crop Top from the bar

she’s still sleeping so you text me
“I love you,” with a heart

wow…
even Pinocchio’s nose couldn’t stretch that far

you’re in bed
with someone new

so the blame
goes to you

because I can’t be happy
without you

but I can’t be happy
with you too

you break hearts and promises
it makes me blue

if only I could
get over you

I can’t get over
while I’m still under

you make my heart break
can you hear its thunder?

I want to text you
but you’re still with her

I’m sure last night
is still a blur

quick! put the phone down
she’s beginning to stir

she’ll say “good morning”
with a seductive purr

searching your mind for a name
but you can’t remember her

was she really worth it
my mind will wonder

glistening
morning dew

the sky
a golden hue

and you’re in bed
with someone new
jai Jun 2018
yeah i mean, i know that the people that i keep closest love and care about me, like with the way i act and live life they kind of have to. but i mean, i, a lot of times act out due to the extremity of the emotions that i feel.
like neurotypicals operate on a daily basis between the levels of 4-6 emotionally, i operate on good days between 3-7, but most days it’s between 2-9, so like this morning when my mom woke me up, like not even rude or anything, the reaction i gave was 2x more intense than what a neurotypical would have, which meant screaming “what” at her over and over, and then she was like appalled at my reaction and just stared at me, so i got even more upset because i read that as a very judgemental thing to do, when in reality she was probably just trying to figure out how to proceed without getting more of a rise out of me, but my brain read it as she was sitting there staring at me in disgust, so i started crying and storming outside to get away from everyones eyes. and those reactions and emotional rollercoasters happen on the daily with them and they don’t understand at all what is going on. and it wasn’t until a year ago that i had a diagnosis even, so my growing up was extremely ******* difficult for my siblings and parents.
this was written the same morning as “mornings”. it was a text to a friend of mine trying to explain like exactly what’s wrong with me, i guess?
Olivia Daniels May 2018
I need to talk to You.
it's been so long, why won't You text me?
why do You never text me first?
I feel like I'm losing You.
do You still love me?
I think I still love You.
it's hard to tell when You won't talk to me.

what have You been up to?
done anything fun?
all I've been doing is crying... I can pretend it's not over You.
if that makes You feel better.
I mean... it nothing, really.
anything for You.
We used to have fun, didn't We?
We couldn't stop laughing.
all the time, even at 2 in the morning.
it's been a while.

haha check out this video, and please please text me back this time.
I hate that I need this much validation.
I hate how much I need from You.
and how much You never give.
am I too needy? cause that's fair.

I'm sorry.
what did I do?
was it even anything?

can You just humor me and tell me every tiny detail of your day.
I want to know everything, don't leave a single thing out.
no matter how insignificant it may seem.

do You still love me?
You said You thought We would last a long time.
please
please
please
I love You
I love that freckle on your cheek and even your 4 day stubble.
I miss You
i miss seeing your face and feeling you hold me.
I need You
i need your kisses and the hugs i forced from you.
I want You
i want everything back, just like it used to be oh 7 months ago.
please come back
please
tell me how much you love, miss, need and want
me

please give me my heart back
i think i gave it to you too soon
I met him in college, now we're 9 hours away for the summer.
I feel like I'm losing him
but maybe I already have.

I wanted to say thank you to @mk who wrote "texts i never sent" parts i, ii, and iii for inspiring this one
Lily Apr 2018
I (don’t) miss you.
I miss your cute good morning texts,
Holding your hand in the hallway,
Sneaking kisses between classes.
But I don’t miss you.
I (don’t) need you.
I need your comfort after a nightmare,
Your strong arms when I’m upset,
Your loving words whispered in my ear.
But I don’t need you.
I (don’t) want you.
I want your cheeky smile,
Your gorgeous body,
Your easy laugh.
But I don’t want you.
I want your love and affections,
I want someone to deeply care about me,
But I don’t love you.
I (don’t) love you.
aubrey sochacki Mar 2018
kiss me if i'm wrong, but
kinda crazy how much we have in common
guess you found your perfect match
were about 98% compatible
dj smarty pants.

is this what true love feels like?
you're cute just for existing
you ****** my heart

i want to go on an adventure with you
i'd rather cuddle
let's turn some potential energy into kinetic energy
no one actually finds love like that

i guess i got my answer
if you say so
(you said cuddles fix everything, but i don't think they can fix this)
each line is a different text message we sent while still talking. all of which when in the right context were cute, now they just hurt.
Belle Feb 2018
If I told you,
You were what my nightmares are made of
Would you stop texting me?
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