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#brokenfriendship
Sorry for yelling Sorry you feel that way Sorry for telling Sorry for not being okay I M N O T O K A Y You are right I'm the reason we fell apart I don't want to pick a fight So i will let you hurt my heart Y O U M A D E M E T H I S W A Y If im you punching bag Give me all your hits Rip me up like an old rag And don’t stop until im in bits I H A T E Y O U I will always love you unconditionally Because that’s my job But you broke me officially And now the crying won’t stop I T S A L L Y O U R F A U L T I think you want me to leave I can't be that person anymore You wrecked me so thoroughly And you couldn’t care to keep score Y O U B R O K E M E Keep playing the victim Everyone believes you Because i dont fit the system You will deny it but its true W H Y D I D Y O U D O T H I S I have someone who loves me for me She doesn't ever put me down So while you think your the one who’s free I’m the one wearing the crown
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Oct 23, 2025
Oct 23, 2025 at 9:20 PM UTC
I M N O T O K A Y
I thought I'd lost you To harsh words and lies Each day was a mess With no one to talk to No shoulder for my head to rest We pass each other by Wondering when our war would end Not a war of fire But of cold, cold ice You smiled at me one day And I smiled back It was a start For today Where we finally talked And you didn't hate me And my fears Were your fears And we had thought our friendship was gone But it had ended The wall between us I could finally hold your hand and say, "It was terrible being at war with you." And you replied likewise
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Aug 19, 2020
Aug 19, 2020 at 11:41 AM UTC
The Aftermath
Throwing down the band on her hand She said, "it all ends here"
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Jul 9, 2020
Jul 9, 2020 at 6:12 AM UTC
At the end
I am falling out of it, You cannot get my soul back. It is too late, A door that cannot be opened again, Shut tightly, I can never return back, To the time, Where we both were in, No more, Everything is gone, Surrounding looks ghastly, All empty, There is no more direction. No turning back.
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Dec 25, 2018
Dec 25, 2018 at 10:06 AM UTC
No Turning Back
Two friends met each other One rich the other was poor The poor looked up at the rich She was impressed by her speech. They grew closer as time flew In poor girl's heart she'd never knew She fell sick and yearned for a company Waiting continued as she stayed lonely. She poured her heart out Made all efforts come about Without expecting a gift in return Merely needed a friend's attention. Rich's life was colorful as rainbow Too bright to notice poor's sorrow Beautiful lady who had everything Compared to the poor ugly duckling. Time and distance torn them apart Life's cycle is never an art While rich moved on and left Poor slowly adjust to her lonely nest.
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Nov 13, 2018
Nov 13, 2018 at 7:38 PM UTC
A Poor Girl's Heart
How could I have been so close Yet so far away The gap in the distance is more intense than I'd actually like to say It feels like almost yesterday, where the smiles or frowns that came around Never settling in the crest we call a "face" It wasn't as fake as it was now The warmth of your smile turned the mood around Even if it was disappointing I couldn't help but try a bit harder for the sake of being friends Cause that's what they do, staying true, yes true Not saying I've caught them in a lie It just feels a little blue, on the other side I wish I could hold your hand, just to adore This, space that we once had It's not the same years later and I know things have changed Again this isn't a plead for help Just my old thoughts into an expression Takes it like the old way of written out confessions If I had to be convicted Id be in for a long sentence Like the, I broke a promise and left without saying a word, Sad how we make it seem like it was the another's fault that we're this way... Though in the end, it was selfish actions... selfish actions...selfish actions...and self-indulgence That pushed the gap and broke the space apart Id like to say sorry as a start in the right way Though I don't think that would mend the nasty tear that's been every slowly gashing We've been on the rocks thrashing about in a glass cup smashing with fruit juice and ***** I remember the sweet cheers of that kiss and the hard rocks on the bed I understand it, I do I lived in the misery of your happiness that shined through I wanted to use your opening and vent without considering what your feelings meant That this was a special event, and I wasn't just getting experience but giving it too Where sweet words never left the heart Where promises were meant to last I formally apologize, I can't take it away for what has happened But I'll keep moving forward regardless of forgiveness I don't expect to walk back into a life that I created so many problems for And I understand completely if these words cannot pierce through like a sword It's no point that way
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Oct 9, 2018
Oct 9, 2018 at 10:07 PM UTC
Bitter Sweet Memories
How could I have been so close Yet so far away The gap in the distance is more intense than I'd actually like to say It feels like almost yesterday, where the smiles or frowns that came around Never settling in the crest we call a "face" It wasn't as fake as it was now The warmth of your smile turned the mood around Even if it was disappointing I couldn't help but try a bit harder for the sake of being friends Cause that's what they do, staying true, yes true Not saying I've caught them in a lie It just feels a little blue, on the other side I wish I could hold your hand, just to adore This, space that we once had It's not the same years later and I know things have changed Again this isn't a plead for help Just my old thoughts into an expression Takes it like the old way of written out confessions If I had to be convicted Id be in for a long sentence Like the, I broke a promise and left without saying a word, Sad how we make it seem like it was the another's fault that we're this way... Though in the end, it was selfish actions... selfish actions...selfish actions...and self-indulgence That pushed the gap and broke the space apart Id like to say sorry as a start in the right way Though I don't think that would mend the nasty tear that's been every slowly gashing We've been on the rocks thrashing about in a glass cup smashing with fruit juice and ***** I remember the sweet cheers of that kiss and the hard rocks on the bed I understand it, I do I lived in the misery of your happiness that shined through I wanted to use your opening and vent without considering what your feelings meant That this was a special event, and I wasn't just getting experience but giving it too Where sweet words never left the heart Where promises were meant to last I formally apologize, I can't take it away for what has happened But I'll keep moving forward regardless of forgiveness I don't expect to walk back into a life that I created so many problems for And I understand completely if these words cannot pierce through like a sword It's no point that way
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My feelings for you resonate in the rainy skies today, A storm of emotions that threaten an outburst beyond my control, And like every rain that falls upon this earth, I let out my deep anguished cries but for a while, Until its time to stop and let the sun shine and pretend to the world I'm fine instead.
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Jun 20, 2018
Jun 20, 2018 at 8:21 AM UTC
Do You See The Same Skies?
i have been writing a lot recently, all about the same thing. i can't unsee your bright blue eyes or the small gap between your two front teeth, that you hate so much but i love so dear. i can't forget the words you said, and the song you named after me. those words which are now out under a different name for the rest of the world to hear. the words that used to be my favorite song became the melody i hated the most. but, at the same time, i'll do anything to hear your voice. and no matter how mad i am, i can't stay that way forever. i see you smile once and i fall all over again. i don't think it's fair that i think about you, when i know **** well you aren't thinking of me. i spoke to your mom recently. she said you've been doing just fine. how nice. she also mentioned how you talk about me. why talk about me instead of talking to me? i know you write about me too. she told me one of your band's new songs is about me, and i have a feeling i know which one it is. it made me cry the first time i had heard it. i've tried moving on. i've tried singing it away. i've tried writing it away. i even tried seeing other people. but somehow, my mind always comes back to you. it's always going to be you.
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Mar 23, 2018
Mar 23, 2018 at 8:03 PM UTC
always.
My cap hides papers in its bill. I find a new message each day. They always give neat information. How it knows these things I cannot say. It told me why the stars twinkle. It told me how most caps are sown. Yesterday it told me you hate me. So I guess I should leave you alone. My thinking cap just informed me: That you beat it, so it would die. Why would you do that? I hate you too! You can't fool me! My cap wouldn't lie!
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Dec 29, 2017
Dec 29, 2017 at 2:41 AM UTC
The Thinking Cap
Do you believe what comes out of your mouth? Words and lies bubble over your lips, I wonder if you can even help it. Maybe you were born to lie. Born to deceive and hurt everyone around you including yourself. Words spurting out spilling over are like acid in my heart My stomach sinks down My heart bursts in my chest The fragments leave a wreckage that cannot be fixed. The heartbreak leaves me ice cold. Colder than the dead And that is how I feel dead.​
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Dec 12, 2017
Dec 12, 2017 at 12:27 AM UTC
Corpse
If we could turn back time, would we do it all again? Would it all stay complicated or would we manage to be fine? If we could turn back time, would we still say all we said? Would it still be all so hard, or would we see beyond the games? If we could turn back time, would we still hurt each other? Would we still try to make it up, and would we still feel it's worth it all? If we could turn back time, could we just raise above? Could we hold on to each other? Could we make it better than the past?
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Nov 8, 2017
Nov 8, 2017 at 8:22 AM UTC
If we could turn back time
Years have run and passed too fast holding on to anything to last the long-livity of our friendship with adoration and loyalty in our relationship But then you realise the time has come where you keep living missing the sun the days get colder and greyer making you feel like a sad player You're holding on to a lost cause but in your heart you need a pause from all the sadness and hurting as you can't handle the burning No more energy to face the madness when the heart's filled with so much sadness my love will never die but it's time to let it fly and eventually one day it will come back to me
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Nov 8, 2017
Nov 8, 2017 at 7:58 AM UTC
I let you fly
What you were supposed to be, Was someone who was there for me, I wonder what our friendship would be, If you didn't run off and flee, That **** stung me like a bee, You burned me to a third degree. How come I never left, We were always fighting, always out of breath   It felt like I was living around death. **** I should have left.
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Jul 7, 2017
Jul 7, 2017 at 1:08 PM UTC
I Should Have Left
In the midst of talking to my friend girl. She mentioned that she's been waking up in the middle of the night. Cold, unable to go back to sleep. We talked for a while longer, being our normal silly selves. Then she asked a not so unusual question but unusual question. She asked if she could borrow my heart, that she sought somewhere warm, comfortable. That here lately she hasn't been able to find such a place. Without hesitation I gave it to her. The blurred line of going through such lengths expecting the same sincerity to be returned. Ensuring that she would at least get a good night's sleep if nothing else hoping to put her mind at ease. We went for days, months even without so much as a single word being said. Given the things she'd normally go through it was quite understandable. What ever was mine I would have given until I found myself waking up later and later night after night. My dreams no longer existent. Without realizing I found myself in the same predicament. In search of a peace of mind. It wasn't until she appeared out of the blue. It put my mind at ease to see her happy, fruitful. We talked for a while. Laughing about everything that went on while separated from each other. But when the topic of sleep came up I asked about my heart. I noticed a brief hesitation. Choosing to confess without saying too much, she gave my heart back. Worn. No longer able to fit where it once came. When asked what happened she turned her attention to someone else. Seeking the same affection
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Feb 22, 2017
Feb 22, 2017 at 9:45 AM UTC
Red Shirt, Worn Hearts
In the midst of talking to my friend girl. She mentioned that she's been waking up in the middle of the night. Cold, unable to go back to sleep. We talked for a while longer, being our normal silly selves. Then she asked a not so unusual question but unusual question. She asked if she could borrow my heart, that she sought somewhere warm, comfortable. That here lately she hasn't been able to find such a place. Without hesitation I gave it to her. The blurred line of going through such lengths expecting the same sincerity to be returned. Ensuring that she would at least get a good night's sleep if nothing else hoping to put her mind at ease. We went for days, months even without so much as a single word being said. Given the things she'd normally go through it was quite understandable. What ever was mine I would have given until I found myself waking up later and later night after night. My dreams no longer existent. Without realizing I found myself in the same predicament. In search of a peace of mind. It wasn't until she appeared out of the blue. It put my mind at ease to see her happy, fruitful. We talked for a while. Laughing about everything that went on while separated from each other. But when the topic of sleep came up I asked about my heart. I noticed a brief hesitation. Choosing to confess without saying too much, she gave my heart back. Worn. No longer able to fit where it once came. When asked what happened she turned her attention to someone else. Seeking the same affection
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I always thought we were friends, just say the word and I'll leave, don't make me suffer, in all the lies I believed.
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Sep 15, 2016
Sep 15, 2016 at 7:16 AM UTC
Tell me
You said we were going to be friends, best friends, FOREVER. But after every lie, it just makes me want to forget, what we've been through, all that you've promised me, everything you've told me.
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Sep 15, 2016
Sep 15, 2016 at 4:57 AM UTC
Unforgettable Lies
Your friendship is like a kiss of death It is better in the beginning But slowly poisoning me with your affection. And when I cling to you for strength And when I need your breath in me You silently draw away and leave me. Better put a sting on my tongue And punch me on the face than Leaving me in silence and confusion.
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Nov 1, 2015
Nov 1, 2015 at 7:14 AM UTC
Kiss of Death
I pushed you away, you were supposed to know why, you were supposed to know me. I pushed you away, because i was afraid, of my feelings and the fact that i became so dependent on you for my happiness, you were responsible for everything i felt inside, that terrified me. You knew too much, you knew me too well. I was afraid of losing you, getting hurt. Guilt consumed me and i went back and it was the best decision i've ever made, until... but now you left. You're gone, and i'm hurt and i don't know how not to blame myself.
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Mar 23, 2015
Mar 23, 2015 at 6:21 PM UTC
I blame myself.
I never really thought I’d see you again, to be honest. I feel a little underdressed for the occasion. There you are, wearing the same Hypocrisy you have worn for years and have seriously outgrown, but you wear it still. Then here I am, in nothing but a worn out grudge, but hey, I tried to dress it up a little with some bitterness. I think you and I were a little too similar, actually. Maybe that’s why we fell apart, because we were just too alike. That’s one of my scarier thoughts, but definitely not the scariest. It isn’t an impossible theory, I guess. Though I think maybe it was more like we were two different sides of the same coin, but even if that’s true, we were a coin spinning out of control, cast off, and tossed, but not away, we were tossed into a wishing well, in the hopes that maybe the water could wash away the damage. I look through the waters we wished on every day, wondering if I’ll see you through the distorted, but transparent fluid that runs through our veins like poison because even if the ink of our promises that we wrote out on flesh, as a binding contract found its way into those dark waters of our wishing well, even it could not be as toxic as that deadly liquid we doused our loyalty in, because it was made out of wishes, and though water shouldn’t be considered equivalent to venom, never underestimate just how lethal it is, because nothing is more poisonous than something that appears pure, but is just the opposite, and truthfully, that is all you proved yourself to be. I look through those poisoned waters made of liquid wishes and tears, but I never see you there. Your black eyeliner was quite a change from last time I saw you, because the last year, all you did was line your eyes with Pride and Pettiness, well I’ll watch you fade off into the shadows until you become one because I don’t care anymore. I’ll raise my hand and spread my fingers to bid you farewell so I don’t need to speak because I can’t, I’m busy choking on fire, and the smoke is leaving its trail so that if you ever want to find me, you will just need to follow the trail of ashes so that I may slam the door in your face, facing up to the fact that sometimes, even if you don’t let it go, you can stop getting involved with the burden of the past, because it’s been passed on far too many generations of different versions of myself each year. I’m starting a new chapter, and you just don’t deserve a role in it, so when I spread those fingers, maybe the cobwebs I couldn’t bring myself to sweep away will finally blow away in the wind. The wind that is nothing but a draft coming in through the door you left open when you left just to linger in my doorway for months, well I hope I slammed your fingers in the doorframe when I finally shut it on you. You’re still waiting in the window though, naturally. Well, my Pain and yours are a couple shades off, and I’m sort of sick of matching you anyway, so I’ll draw the curtains too, because that’s the only way to let in natural light, when the artificial lamps are outside and the candles and burning suns are indoors, away from you, after all, how could anything bright exist near someone who exudes so much forced darkness such as you? Well, I don’t match you anymore, and thank God for that, because I certainly would look even worse than you already do dressed in that color of Hypocrisy, and just keep in mind, even though I’m wearing these grudges trimmed with bitterness, and even though that might be a pretty unflattering look for someone like me, whose very skin is woven out of Broken shards, it’s only an accessory to remind me not to forget. I wear Memories, even though you gave them to me, even though we made the together, I still like them so sure I’ll wear them, but that doesn’t really matter, because with the burdens on my wrist, I can still wear Hope. And you never, ever will. So maybe I’m not underdressed for this little occasion, I’m just wearing something a little out of fashion, but Hope is comfy, and I like it so that’s fine by me.
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Feb 7, 2015
Feb 7, 2015 at 1:06 AM UTC
Underdressed
I never really thought I’d see you again, to be honest. I feel a little underdressed for the occasion. There you are, wearing the same Hypocrisy you have worn for years and have seriously outgrown, but you wear it still. Then here I am, in nothing but a worn out grudge, but hey, I tried to dress it up a little with some bitterness. I think you and I were a little too similar, actually. Maybe that’s why we fell apart, because we were just too alike. That’s one of my scarier thoughts, but definitely not the scariest. It isn’t an impossible theory, I guess. Though I think maybe it was more like we were two different sides of the same coin, but even if that’s true, we were a coin spinning out of control, cast off, and tossed, but not away, we were tossed into a wishing well, in the hopes that maybe the water could wash away the damage. I look through the waters we wished on every day, wondering if I’ll see you through the distorted, but transparent fluid that runs through our veins like poison because even if the ink of our promises that we wrote out on flesh, as a binding contract found its way into those dark waters of our wishing well, even it could not be as toxic as that deadly liquid we doused our loyalty in, because it was made out of wishes, and though water shouldn’t be considered equivalent to venom, never underestimate just how lethal it is, because nothing is more poisonous than something that appears pure, but is just the opposite, and truthfully, that is all you proved yourself to be. I look through those poisoned waters made of liquid wishes and tears, but I never see you there. Your black eyeliner was quite a change from last time I saw you, because the last year, all you did was line your eyes with Pride and Pettiness, well I’ll watch you fade off into the shadows until you become one because I don’t care anymore. I’ll raise my hand and spread my fingers to bid you farewell so I don’t need to speak because I can’t, I’m busy choking on fire, and the smoke is leaving its trail so that if you ever want to find me, you will just need to follow the trail of ashes so that I may slam the door in your face, facing up to the fact that sometimes, even if you don’t let it go, you can stop getting involved with the burden of the past, because it’s been passed on far too many generations of different versions of myself each year. I’m starting a new chapter, and you just don’t deserve a role in it, so when I spread those fingers, maybe the cobwebs I couldn’t bring myself to sweep away will finally blow away in the wind. The wind that is nothing but a draft coming in through the door you left open when you left just to linger in my doorway for months, well I hope I slammed your fingers in the doorframe when I finally shut it on you. You’re still waiting in the window though, naturally. Well, my Pain and yours are a couple shades off, and I’m sort of sick of matching you anyway, so I’ll draw the curtains too, because that’s the only way to let in natural light, when the artificial lamps are outside and the candles and burning suns are indoors, away from you, after all, how could anything bright exist near someone who exudes so much forced darkness such as you? Well, I don’t match you anymore, and thank God for that, because I certainly would look even worse than you already do dressed in that color of Hypocrisy, and just keep in mind, even though I’m wearing these grudges trimmed with bitterness, and even though that might be a pretty unflattering look for someone like me, whose very skin is woven out of Broken shards, it’s only an accessory to remind me not to forget. I wear Memories, even though you gave them to me, even though we made the together, I still like them so sure I’ll wear them, but that doesn’t really matter, because with the burdens on my wrist, I can still wear Hope. And you never, ever will. So maybe I’m not underdressed for this little occasion, I’m just wearing something a little out of fashion, but Hope is comfy, and I like it so that’s fine by me.
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I thought I could trust you. Guess I can't anymore... You thought nothing about The true consequences. True... In the past you were. You aren't now. What happened? You couldn't have kept true? Not for me? Not for you...? I don't want to be mad. I don't want to leave you, My close friend, my sister. You couldn't have kept true?
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Dec 17, 2014
Dec 17, 2014 at 7:59 AM UTC
Keep True
DEAR SECOND EX BOYFRIEND Yes I loved you, yes I left you, Yes i broke up with you, But I didn't stop caring. I will never stop caring. I'm sorry I hurt you, I'm sorry I broke you, But i had to find myself to be able to be happy. I wish you could understand, but you never did, You never gave me a chance to explain myself, but we did try and talk after the brake up. I never showed up because, I was scared I would fall back in love with you, Without having found myself. I still wanted to be your friend, But i guess I broke you to many times to have that friendship. We were friends before we were a couple, We shared the same friends, we were happy, But my world was falling apart way before we were together, It was a matter of time until I broke and had to leave you behind. I was scared for you, and of you. But if I once loved you, then know, I will always love you. I'm sorry for braking you and hurting you so much that we are no longer friends.
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Sep 16, 2014
Sep 16, 2014 at 4:28 AM UTC
Dear Second Ex Boyfriend