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Donald Durham Oct 2016
I left you
Left you lying on a bed
Cuddled up with our memories.
I left you to go cry
To rock myself to sleep
Clutching our memories.
I left you
I left you whole, yet I was shattered
Broken pieces of self doubt and insecurity.
I left you to go put myself back together,
To try and regain my dignity
To try and feel happy
I left you to try and figure out
how you can both leave me feeling so good
And also so lost.
I left you because you don't want me
Because I can't continue to want you
And I can't continue to care, when you dont.
I left you because I am chasing a ghost
Running after someone that never started the race.
I left you because I knew you'd let me
Let me run out the door,
Drunk as I was, sad as I was, lonely and playing second fiddle as I was.
I left you because your pity makes me sick
Am I as pathetic as I appear?
I left you because I knew you wouldn't call,
I knew you wouldn't text to see if I was ok.
I left because sleep was more important
To you then my slowly breaking heart and mind.
I left you because I am too dramatic
and even still I know this is my fault,
That this played out the way I knew it would.
I left you because I cannot leave myself.
I hate feeling like this. I hate that I have to write this. I hate that I like it, that I need to be broken to feel alive and want the pain for some masochistic meandering meltdown.
train- Jul 2015
stop whining
about that mascara
that smeared on
your pretty little
face

stop exaggerating
that one small
bruise on your
knee you got
two weeks ago

because some people
have a bruise on their
empty little scarred
hearts they can't fix

there is no bandage
for the hurt,
the pain,
and the suffering
Seán Mac Falls Mar 2015
Simple, smallish thoughts,
Held so high by the clueless,
  .  .  .  Now trend on HP.
Ashleigh Black Apr 2014
You know, I know you miss me
and the nights we had
and the times I told you I loved you
and the nights we rambled about nothing.
Yeah, you ******* miss me.

But I can't skate by knowing
I just let you walk away,
right on by.
And I hate myself for that.
But still, things could be like old times.
I don't know what's wrong with me. But this, this is me being angsty and ******* and immature and you know what, I don't care anymore because everything came rushing in and I wasn't ready. I've cried every night since that first message because I'm still so heart broken and pathetic. But I can't be mad at you. It's just impossible.

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