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A broken heart Is filled with memories Over your head Like a stormy cloud That even passing time And new love Can’t ever fully erase. It comes at 2 a.m. With your love asleep by your side When the sound of their laugh Fills your dreams And worst nightmares. It’s holding your lovers hard And hating yourself For the memories Of the way their skin felt Pressed against yours. It’s going on a date At a spot that used to be yours And fighting the tears As you remember the way they smiled Each time you arrived. It’s hearing their name And feeling your heart stop Because that word Hasn’t left your lips Since they left And you found another. It’s hearing your love Humming your song And remembering the way t felt When you loudly belted it in the car together With out a care in the world. One never fully recovers From a broken heart But finds distractions To cover the ache.
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Apr 10, 2018
Apr 10, 2018 at 1:14 PM UTC
The Guilt of a Broken Heart
I never wanted to beg you to stay, Or for it to come to this at all, I wanted to be strong and cold. But instead I lie in the dark Scared that if you leave A part of me will go with you. But the train went off track And unfortunately it seems That there may be no turning back. I didn’t expect our pieces To be mixed up and broken, I thought we would be one. Now I greatly fear that this piece Won’t ever returnLeaving me shattered on the floor. I never wanted to beg you to stay, But if you go I want that piece of me back.
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Apr 10, 2018
Apr 10, 2018 at 12:54 PM UTC
Missing Piece
Once I was On top of the world Winning at a game That I didn’t know I was playing As I was cheered on By eager fans Boosting my ego Skipping through the fallen leaves And slipping recklessly Through the dangers Life handed me Knowing That if I tripped Someone was there To catch me Before I hit the pavement But all at once I fell from the nest Feeling lost When I scraped my knee And nobody was there Holding a band-aid Ready to fix me I wondered Why it had been so easy To fall hard With no broken bones Or ugly bruises But nobody had told me That when I used to fall It had only been From Dad’s shoulders
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Apr 8, 2018
Apr 8, 2018 at 3:53 PM UTC
Dad's Shoulders
Filling the void With strangers In my bed Searching for you In their empty eyes And drinking Until last call To ease the deep pain But there is still a hole That can only be filled By letting go of you
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Apr 8, 2018
Apr 8, 2018 at 3:50 PM UTC
Coping
I used to feel love When the sun hit your face Making your eyes glimmer And my heart skip a beat Now all I feel is emptiness When we’re singing In the car To your favorite song As you glance over Like I gave you the world Because you don’t know That everything we have Is about to be ruined
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Apr 8, 2018
Apr 8, 2018 at 3:48 PM UTC
Lost Love
It hurt so much because it was an almost We almost dated, We could’ve fallen in love, But we didn’t. The hardest part is not knowing why. Why did we drift apart? Why wasn’t I good enough? I deserved closure But you couldn’t give me that. You cross my mind Every once in a while And the wondering stings. We will never know What we could have been And the unknown Is what breaks me.
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Apr 8, 2018
Apr 8, 2018 at 3:36 PM UTC
Almost
They say there’s beauty In pain But what is beautiful About sitting on the bathroom floor, Tears dripping Into a puddle of blood, And crying Until your breath stops?
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Apr 8, 2018
Apr 8, 2018 at 3:21 PM UTC
Beautiful Pain
The night he took my innocence. Was the night everything changed. His shirt had been my favorite color, A color that I can no longer bare to see. His laugh, So pure and happy, Now haunts my every dream. Those big blue eyes, I had once looked at in awe, Instill a new kind of fear in me, Each time I see his eyes, In a new friendly face. The smell of his cologne, I had loved so much Is now revolting. I was so naïve, Young and trusting, And he stole the small amount of innocence, That I had left. I will never trust again, And I will always look behind me, Fearing who may be there. They told me it was my fault, I should have listened, To what I’d always been taught. Cover up before you go out, Don’t accept drinks from strangers, Stay close to your friends. But in the moment, It all seemed right. He was kind, His eyes were warm, And he paid attention to my every word, Making me feel special, A feeling that I wasn’t used to. So like a child, I trusted his charm. I would give anything, To take back my innocence, To go back and try again. To cover up, To make my own drinks, To stay close to my friends. But I didn’t, And I will never get back, What I left in his bed. I will keep the memory, And the paralyzing fear, Until I become stronger. Strong enough to realize, That It wasn’t my fault, That there was nothing I could’ve done, And that he was the only one that could’ve stopped it. The night that ruined my life, Was all in a stranger’s hands, In his charming words, And his breaking touch. One day I will have the satisfaction of knowing, That despite his efforts, He didn’t ruin me, I survived.
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Apr 8, 2018
Apr 8, 2018 at 3:19 PM UTC
Survivor
The night he took my innocence. Was the night everything changed. His shirt had been my favorite color, A color that I can no longer bare to see. His laugh, So pure and happy, Now haunts my every dream. Those big blue eyes, I had once looked at in awe, Instill a new kind of fear in me, Each time I see his eyes, In a new friendly face. The smell of his cologne, I had loved so much Is now revolting. I was so naïve, Young and trusting, And he stole the small amount of innocence, That I had left. I will never trust again, And I will always look behind me, Fearing who may be there. They told me it was my fault, I should have listened, To what I’d always been taught. Cover up before you go out, Don’t accept drinks from strangers, Stay close to your friends. But in the moment, It all seemed right. He was kind, His eyes were warm, And he paid attention to my every word, Making me feel special, A feeling that I wasn’t used to. So like a child, I trusted his charm. I would give anything, To take back my innocence, To go back and try again. To cover up, To make my own drinks, To stay close to my friends. But I didn’t, And I will never get back, What I left in his bed. I will keep the memory, And the paralyzing fear, Until I become stronger. Strong enough to realize, That It wasn’t my fault, That there was nothing I could’ve done, And that he was the only one that could’ve stopped it. The night that ruined my life, Was all in a stranger’s hands, In his charming words, And his breaking touch. One day I will have the satisfaction of knowing, That despite his efforts, He didn’t ruin me, I survived.
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