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Ariannah Nov 20
Swore you were the best and that you really cared
But looking back made me regret some things I said
I know we should've been foreve, and ****.. you know it too
It shouldn't hurt me that bad, but when I look at you-

Said you weren't perfect, I know, I wasn't too
But my heart kept racing just for you
I cared when you said it was my fault
I kept quiet
Being your little secret
Kept in a vault
I admired your kindness and love
That soon enough turned into
Invisible hatred you hid inside you.

I could try to forgive
I could try to forget
I could try to ignore it, but I swear I'm sick of it
All the **** you put me through
Made me realize how much I mean to you
I'm done with the games of
Saying "I like you" waiting for
A response to come from you.

If you only knew that I'm writing this about you
If you only knew that, I still think of it, too
Yet, I wanna say
Thanks for making me feel that way
Otherwise, I would've stayed
Without knowing why
Should I throw my feelings for you away

And I could try to forgive
And I could try to forget
I could try to ignore it and push me inside the trap
All the **** you put me through
Made me grateful for knowing
It's time to get rid of you.
After years of tears
Posing as pointless pity
Dug despair a grave
Written 3-9-23
Maria Etre Nov 4
Leading someone
on
feels
like writing
the beginning
of the
cutest poem
and then
it sudde.......
I've had you on a pedestal,
I've had you look at me so tall;
Must've been so brutal,
When you felt the fall.

Was it unfair?
Or did I misinterpret your glare?
My apologies for the stare;
Must've been a justice flare.
The scales of love and loss
should be equal.
But I have never found
through years of calibrations,
adjustments to accuracy
and precision,
these scales to ever be fair.

Loaded so lovingly over time.
The weight of moments 
tender and shared,
vulnerable and vivacious,
cruelly wiped out.

Tipped off the scales                                             
all at once,                                              
sending the balance                                              
plummeting.­                                                          
.
WISNU WIJAYA Aug 15
What feels unfair?
Rules change unforeseen, leaving me in despair
With careless touch, my heart you hold,
Leaving it lost, unsure, in the cold.

Now I plead and I draw,
Am I the only one seeking, craving for more?
You left, I said I'm ready,
but inside I'm unsteady,
Once i take a leap, you said I've gone too far already.

In your world, happiness blooms,
while I felt doomed.
But, that was all a narrative in my head,
where I was felt down bad.
I'm just terrible mistake,
In my mind's tale I ache
Jeremy Betts Dec 2023
(Chorus)

...and she said,
"We don't have to stand it here, we can go anywhere
Find a place to call a home and build our storybook future there
If not here then where? Can't we find that anywhere?
A destination with no journey seems to me to be unfair
Some god, somewhere, already answered my prayer
Cause I'm here and you're there..."

©2023
imparo Aug 2023
i know it's unfair
to have left you there
yet, silently wish
you would still have me
in case my mind changed.
Jeremy Betts Jul 2023
Who of you can hear laughter in both ears, a devilish whisper from each shoulder
I dare say this two vs one nightmare is a little unfair, turn to tag out and there's no one there
My corner's bare, how'd I even get here? On my knees, can't breathe, please, someone return the air
Dark comes from everywhere leaving one light in the far distance, dead center and it draws near
Looked death square in the face and said, "you're no longer welcome here"
He didn't hear, probably did just didn't care to answer
No atheists in foxholes huh, who knows the correct prayer?
Do we even have a prayer?
Why bother with a prayer
It's only wasted air, there's no one there
...is there??

©2023
louella Jun 2023
that hour is black
it is the hour to singe clothes, arsonists
the hour to burn houses and towns

that hour for children
to bolt from their swing sets for cover
the hour to board up windows

girls with guns
pistols in sweaty palms
deliberately weaponizing silence

that hour is red
a baleful war fought with ****** fists
sanguine faces flushed

that hour for isolation to prevail
to spread and slither into the crevices
the hour to bathe in ***** waters

cleanliness is seen as abrasiveness  
shadows of girls with guns
vile offspring with foul mouths

that hour is emerald green
months fly past like moths
roots sprout with intensity

that hour for desperation
the hour for skeletons to roam
piles of revengeful bones

the flies are swarming
on corpses

the hour is black in shadows
red in ****** waters
emerald green in dying beginnings
umm so this was written because people are dividing themselves and others by not allowing people to share their opinions and getting mad at them for disagreeing. this isn’t the world i want to live in. idk about you.

written yesterday and today
6/3/23
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