#caraphernelia - Hello Poetry

Acidic fury is exactly what I'm feeling, towards you. The tactics that you've caused me to go through are so painful I do not understand why you would be so untruthful. It's almost as if I am floating upon this drift that is full of words you had said in the sweetest of voices. "I love you." "You're my stars, my suns, my galaxies." I keep repeating these sentences thoroughly through-out my mind, every single night. Remembering the tone, the beat, the eye contact you had made. Trying to take in the truth, that it was always fake. Your undying ability to lie straight to my face, was so horrid. I am feeling betrayed as this 'Caraphernelia' settles in. I am unaware of the day when my memory of you will fade away. I hope it's soon. Your voice is still ringing in my ears as I am dizzily spinning around in my mind, Trying and trying to just get by this heart breaking of stages. If only it were easier to forget your name. Your name. I will not repeat. I do not want to say it, I will not cry screaming for you again. I cannot. There it is. The words that you had said to me. "I love you." "You are my stars, my suns, my galaxies." Now I'm crying. I keep repeating these sentences thoroughly through-out my mind, every single night. Remembering the tone, the beat, the eye contact you had made. Trying to take in the truth, that it was fake.

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Oct 27, 2014

Oct 27, 2014 at 6:49 PM UTC

Jellyfish

Those Feelings, Right?

Acidic fury is exactly what I'm feeling, towards you. The tactics that you've caused me to go through are so painful I do not understand why you would be so untruthful. It's almost as if I am floating upon this drift that is full of words you had said in the sweetest of voices. "I love you." "You're my stars, my suns, my galaxies." I keep repeating these sentences thoroughly through-out my mind, every single night. Remembering the tone, the beat, the eye contact you had made. Trying to take in the truth, that it was always fake. Your undying ability to lie straight to my face, was so horrid. I am feeling betrayed as this 'Caraphernelia' settles in. I am unaware of the day when my memory of you will fade away. I hope it's soon. Your voice is still ringing in my ears as I am dizzily spinning around in my mind, Trying and trying to just get by this heart breaking of stages. If only it were easier to forget your name. Your name. I will not repeat. I do not want to say it, I will not cry screaming for you again. I cannot. There it is. The words that you had said to me. "I love you." "You are my stars, my suns, my galaxies." Now I'm crying. I keep repeating these sentences thoroughly through-out my mind, every single night. Remembering the tone, the beat, the eye contact you had made. Trying to take in the truth, that it was fake.

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My heart ached in my chest. It was swelling up, finally getting ready to shatter into millions of pieces. Tears wanted to drip out of my eyes. My breathing sped, as I tried to control my breathing. inhale exhale inhale exhale What if I stopped? What if I stopped thinking about breathing? Would I stop breathing? A wise man once said "crying doesn't help a problem " So I held my tears, until I absolutely needed them. Until my pain was 10 on a scale of 1 to 10. Until my pain was Unbearable.

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May 24, 2015

May 24, 2015 at 4:19 PM UTC

train-

Unbearable

My heart ached in my chest. It was swelling up, finally getting ready to shatter into millions of pieces. Tears wanted to drip out of my eyes. My breathing sped, as I tried to control my breathing. inhale exhale inhale exhale What if I stopped? What if I stopped thinking about breathing? Would I stop breathing? A wise man once said "crying doesn't help a problem " So I held my tears, until I absolutely needed them. Until my pain was 10 on a scale of 1 to 10. Until my pain was Unbearable.

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So, I went to our old place Days after you flew back to the US. And all I can think of are the various ways to brace myself. Then I opened the door. Then I smelled us. And that was life this afternoon here in the Asia Pacific in our old place with all our dreams and all our books and our tiny bed.

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Mar 27, 2015

Mar 27, 2015 at 5:38 AM UTC

lacus-crystalthorn

In the Pacific

So, I went to our old place Days after you flew back to the US. And all I can think of are the various ways to brace myself. Then I opened the door. Then I smelled us. And that was life this afternoon here in the Asia Pacific in our old place with all our dreams and all our books and our tiny bed.

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