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Willow Branche Jul 2014
I wish I had said
"I love you"
Before it was too late
And your heart had moved on like a love lost in time...
I wish I had said
How I felt when you kissed HIM.
And how I wasn't only "excited" for your happiness...
I wish I had said
How your words made the weight on my heart
Disappear.
Into the dark depths of my love for you
With what woe I had experienced.
I wish I had said
Everything I wanted to
Instead of being afraid of your reaction.
I wish I had asked you
How you were feeling
Instead of growing apart from you
And running from my own feelings.
I wish I had said...
"I'm sorry."
To a girl I used to love.
Who I realized is a HUGE *****.
Eridan Ampora Jul 2014
Oh Heiress!
My heiress
You date many men
At the least you've dated eighteen
That's in the last few years
But you're royalist of blood
Makes you special
For you're the heiress
To become The Condescension!
So date who you wish
Be deflowered if you want
But know this
I'll remember this always
Violet's always remember
Especially those who were close
Stay away from Jason!
Amethyst, you lucky *****! But I'm glad to be Violet since there can't be a male fushia blood. She likes dating men and I don't want her near Jason. Condescending means you talk down to someone, She's definitely turning into the Condescension
TR Takoda Jul 2014
Deep and dark emotions always creep out at the worst times
When you're trying to sleep
When you're out to eat
Or when you're trying to be intimate with someone you love so deeply
you just might burst
There is nothing romantic about it
The sudden flood of tears
The shaking hands and the clumsy fingers
Foggy eyes can't aim well
with their words or their intentions
Most times it just seems easier to resign into solitude and give it up
throw in the towel
I'm not fit for the human interaction that I crave with my
heart
my soul
my mind
my very skin buzzes with the thought of someone
Someone just as damaged as I am
Someone just as loved as I'm supposed to feel
Someone just as sad
and unwilling to talk about it
The happy little life tinged with the bittersweet tears of healing and the
sad tug of what has been left behind
Nostalgia is clinging to my heels
though I've kicked her in the head a few times
Her bouncing ******* and swaying hips still follow me to and fro
as if hooked to me by an two ton invisible chain
Seductive as a politicians *******,
She is so intent on getting her way that she forgets that I'm the original, and she's the copy.
The cartoonishly overdrawn ideal of who I once was. The love hungry blue heart that had no true place in the world.

But once you've found your place in the galaxy, no earth dwelling ***** could even try to keep you around.
Kagami Jul 2014
I am not a worthless *****.
Stop treating me like one.

I am not an unsuccessful, lazy person.
Stop treating me like one.

I am not a snotty *****.
Stop treating me like one.

I am not a stupid know-it-all.
Stop treating me like one.
Just let me die already. im sick of everything.
Revenant Mar 2014
Used, ruined, *****, impure
That's how I want to be remembered for sure.
*****, ****, **, dame
That's how I rose to fame.
What can I do to erase this scarlett letter?
I must learn to keep a secret better..
LS Jun 2014
Stuff your sadness 
Down your throat 
Along with some ***** 
And those pills your friend gave you 
Pull up that smile 
And spread your legs 
Because if you don't 
Then "you're not acting like yourself"
Catch up 
Catch up 
Life was on pause for 
Almost a year and a half 
Get over it 
Get over her 
And get under him
pixels Jun 2014
And when I die,
surely from sin and dirt and living-

Do not bury me in white.
Do not brush my hair and paint my nails.
Do not shine my heels and iron my dress.
Do not speak of me so bittersweetly.

Bury me in lingerie with frayed lace.
Muss my hair and smear my lipstick.
Scuff my boots and rip my tights.
Speak of me with thinly-veiled vehemence.

Do not love me,
when I am dead.
For none did during life,
other than in the glow of a t.v.
that only played to hide the moans.

Do not bury an imposter
and spin tales of a sweet ******
who died too soon.
Bury a *****
and rage that you were not the one
to finally silence her.
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