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#from-wickedhope-to-rhymeswithpurple
Am I boiling beneath your skin yet You waged war When all I wanted was peace Let's explode Paint all over our bodies like canvases I promised to paint you And you promised me pianos and voices Loudly roaring and softly muttering I'm tired of all these promises to never lie Never hurt me You can't guarantee your future Sure as hell not mine So now that your skin Bleeds purple and green From my brush and needle Are you ready To believe me Don't forget to breathe when I boil you through For it was all you You waged war
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Feb 3, 2015
Feb 3, 2015 at 1:13 PM UTC
Paint The Roses Whatever ******* Color You Want, They're Just Going To Die Anyway
Andrew, Andrew Stop letting me draw parallels between you two Your name Your parking spot Your hair Your glasses, sort of Andrew, Andrew Stop letting me draw parallels between you two Staring at you in AP Chemistry (even though I'm still not in it) Silly little cartoons on notes that make me smile You stopping after Spanish 3 Your taste in anime and games Andrew, Andrew Stop letting me draw parallels between you two Driving me home Driving me insane with your poetry Awake at all hours Toying with my wants, desires Andrew, Andrew Stop letting me draw parallels between you two -- Be the one to follow through
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Dec 6, 2014
Dec 6, 2014 at 11:36 PM UTC
Parallels Between You Two
You know what? Two days ago? That last picture of me? That's all you're getting. I'm setting myself free.
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Jan 3, 2015
Jan 3, 2015 at 5:30 PM UTC
Done With Your Drugged Words
I often wish you met me first. If only we met before they gave you promises of desire they were never sure they'd keep, before they used you to fill their boredom in between. I wish there was a way you'd let yourself love me, or try to. I want to give you anything and everything you could ask for. But you only strip off the parts that you feel can't hurt you. I can only guess that the part of you that wants me too is the same part that doesn't want to lose yourself in someone else like them. I just wish you met me first.
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Nov 25, 2015
Nov 25, 2015 at 5:57 PM UTC
I wore mascara the day we met, though I'm sure you barely noticed me.
Are you looking at me? I don't know why I still want you to.
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Dec 23, 2014
Dec 23, 2014 at 10:26 AM UTC
Eye Contact, Turn Time Back
the eyes. it's always the eyes that get me. and i stopped seeing yours -- looking into those pools of blue... trying to figure you out, even though i already knew. you've moved away, though i suppose i've moved too. i just didn't quite realize how much of my muse was you.
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Sep 28, 2015
Sep 28, 2015 at 2:26 AM UTC
HI ANDREW! (Do you still read my poems even though not as many are about you?)
I drown in sadness I don't let go It's my curse The curse of strings Tied so tightly they choke me I can't break the bonds No matter how I try I am caught in a web Of memories Of hope Of dreams Of the past Cut short By me I am a knife A knife that can't cut myself loose Only scare away I threaten, I menace Yet I remain bonded I suppose even the sharpest blades have their limits
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Jul 11, 2015
Jul 11, 2015 at 10:43 PM UTC
Swordsmanship
I never asked you to be the exception to all my rules But it's happened and I don't know how to take it back So I'm asking you to come find me tonight I'll be the one waiting under the bright lights The girl singing off key, hoping you'll find it in you           To just maybe love me           Is there any chance you could love me I never asked you to come along and charm me that first day Talking in charades with those striking blue eyes So I'm hoping that perhaps you'll think of me tonight I'll be the dancer waltzing through your dreams Praying you just might take a second glance at me           To just maybe love me           Is there any chance you could love me I never asked you to make me fall in love with you There isn't any grand thing about you that draws me in It's your little idiosyncrasies that are my addictions I know I'm bad luck and poor company And I'm unfortunately terrified of my infatuation           Oh, but I do love you           Is there any chance you could love me
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Dec 29, 2014
Dec 29, 2014 at 9:11 PM UTC
You're Not A Betting Man, And I'm A Gamble...
A delusional, desperate high Where I seem to have Made more of a stranger Of the boy with the blue eyes
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May 27, 2015
May 27, 2015 at 3:05 PM UTC
An Apology For Asinine Actions
*Paint me. If you can't paint, then Paint me.*           Let me be a draft:                                                                                   M o l d e d       from        your*   muse,* All of your    PASSION    in one place                                                                                     And then F o r g o t t e n      or**      trashed.**
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Sep 24, 2015
Sep 24, 2015 at 12:13 AM UTC
Painted to dry.
You're either busy and I'm paranoid, Or I ****** up more than I thought.
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Dec 31, 2014
Dec 31, 2014 at 1:34 AM UTC
When You Don't Respond To My Apologies:
I am cold And you're far away My hands are covered in stars I am crying And you're probably asleep My hands are covered in snow I am candlewax And you are matches My hands are covered in sins
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Nov 30, 2014
Nov 30, 2014 at 9:45 PM UTC
Puella Solum Sum
I'm in love with this incredible pair of blue eyes. The bluest blue you've ever seen.
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Nov 29, 2014
Nov 29, 2014 at 4:33 PM UTC
Him, Hmmm
Buy me a bottle of whatever you're drinking cause I'm trying to bury myself in the grave next to your hollow bones Pace through the traffic back and forth Maybe I'm blindfolded or just plain blind Buy me another bottle of whatever you're drinking cause I'm tired of pretending I'm at war when all I want is peace I'm staring at the stars, I followed your eyes there Now I find myself praying you might shift your gaze Maybe glance at me when I'm not looking I'll take another round of whatever you're drinking cause I'm hoping your skeletons are as dark as they look Lately it's been too bright to sleep I can see carpe noctem etched in your fingertips Like a print: your identity I'll have another glass of whatever you're drinking cause I can't think of another way to get close to you For I'm already buried by your hollow bones I'll take one last shot of whatever we've been drinking cause it has to be better than drinking the same old **** alone
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Jun 10, 2015
Jun 10, 2015 at 10:52 AM UTC
This round's on me.
Why do they distract me so? One object makes me stare. I'd decided to walk away from that ridiculous fantasy... But that dream? What was that? I'm not sure what way it swayed me last night, But today, that change, I just couldn't look away...
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Dec 17, 2014
Dec 17, 2014 at 3:42 PM UTC
Framed