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#heartbeak
Through a frosted window, I may have seen your face. Once, about five years ago. I still have the framed painting you brought me from Newfoundland. You mentioned something about the landscape. Signed with X's and O's. It sits in the back of my closet, and I make the excuse that I need a nail. But really, I just don't have the desire, to look at it.
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Jan 24, 2020
Jan 24, 2020 at 9:41 PM UTC
Gifts
men ain't **** she says to me HE isn't **** i agree i miss him i love him i hate him she whines he's toxic he's dangerous he's unworthy i say all the time i know she responds with an aching heart so why can't i seem to let go if all he does is tear me apart? because HE is your normal, source of comfort, embodiment of love he taught you the ways of living with venom and your brain knows he's bad but your heart's made of denim though he's made those rips HE plays the victim and your pretty little face, i answer with disgrace, believed the pretty little lies that spilled out of him.
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Dec 2, 2019
Dec 2, 2019 at 9:04 AM UTC
out of my ***
lost in the in between lost in your eyes lost between my head and my heart my head tells me go my hearts tells me stay but its not that cliche i feel trapped in the guilt that follows me everywhere every conversation lingering in my head hours on end thinking how i can end it how can i tell you without thinking about the endless ways that you can end your life separately we are perfect together we are toxic a viscous eruption of anger and spite distance is our enemy and our friend "im sorry, baby. forgive me." and my naive brain always forgives but im lost in the in between until the day i found my way out of the maze and found myself.
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Sep 24, 2018
Sep 24, 2018 at 7:17 AM UTC
inbetween
I gave you all my love I gave you all of me And it still wasn't enough But I, I am enough And you, Will never convince me otherwise
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May 28, 2018
May 28, 2018 at 1:53 AM UTC
Enough
we are alone—together juxtaposed chromatic films, visible darkness screaming silence, vivid eyes, melancholic smiles, savoring your sweet lies.
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Jan 19, 2018
Jan 19, 2018 at 5:21 AM UTC
colliding contradictories
I wish I was your One and only rather than Your one of many
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Jun 28, 2015
Jun 28, 2015 at 5:29 PM UTC
I Wish
I remember it, like the back of my hand. You walked towards me and I stood, sweaty palms intact. You started talking and I swear I couldn’t breathe. And worse off, you'd only said Hi to me.. I didn't know where to go from there I'd dropped my books in the hall, your fingertips brushed my hand I didn't understand. Why help me? You have places to go, people to see. So why'd you stop to help me. You didn’t stop there, you stopped me in the hall, asking for the class notes. Little did I know you started building my hopes. The trips to my house, the late night talks... I couldn’t pinpoint what made me fall, in my mind you had it all. The tricks of the trade spun differently for you, you have this thing about all the things you do. You did it for me right? Wrong. You did it for her. I was blindsided, I never saw it coming, but it snuck up quick. Like a predator chasing its prey, I never stood a chance. You wanted me, to get to her. Did you see us together all the time? Is that how the plan unfolded in your mind? You knew were inseparable, Sisters connected at the hip. You took a crash course on crashing, Taking my best friend from right under me. I didn’t see it coming, so can we go back? Can I get a redo? Cause now all I feel is hate with every little thing you do. I wouldn’t of let my palms sweat, my heart race. I wouldn’t have kept pace with my feelings. My books would have stayed spread out on the floor, When you came to see me at home, I would have shut the door. Those notes would have stayed in my binder the ignore button would have served as my reminder. My blushes wouldn’t have reacted, and my hand would have retracted. My eyes would have wandered, that ‘hi’ wouldn’t have left my lips. I would have kept walking, and I wouldn’t be left like this.
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Apr 26, 2015
Apr 26, 2015 at 12:05 AM UTC
I never saw it coming..
I remember it, like the back of my hand. You walked towards me and I stood, sweaty palms intact. You started talking and I swear I couldn’t breathe. And worse off, you'd only said Hi to me.. I didn't know where to go from there I'd dropped my books in the hall, your fingertips brushed my hand I didn't understand. Why help me? You have places to go, people to see. So why'd you stop to help me. You didn’t stop there, you stopped me in the hall, asking for the class notes. Little did I know you started building my hopes. The trips to my house, the late night talks... I couldn’t pinpoint what made me fall, in my mind you had it all. The tricks of the trade spun differently for you, you have this thing about all the things you do. You did it for me right? Wrong. You did it for her. I was blindsided, I never saw it coming, but it snuck up quick. Like a predator chasing its prey, I never stood a chance. You wanted me, to get to her. Did you see us together all the time? Is that how the plan unfolded in your mind? You knew were inseparable, Sisters connected at the hip. You took a crash course on crashing, Taking my best friend from right under me. I didn’t see it coming, so can we go back? Can I get a redo? Cause now all I feel is hate with every little thing you do. I wouldn’t of let my palms sweat, my heart race. I wouldn’t have kept pace with my feelings. My books would have stayed spread out on the floor, When you came to see me at home, I would have shut the door. Those notes would have stayed in my binder the ignore button would have served as my reminder. My blushes wouldn’t have reacted, and my hand would have retracted. My eyes would have wandered, that ‘hi’ wouldn’t have left my lips. I would have kept walking, and I wouldn’t be left like this.
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You said that you were leaving, At first I tried to stop you. And you did stop and you stayed, But only for a little while. So we laughed, lived, and enjoyed. Laughed until we were crying. Lived like we would never die. Enjoyed each other so much. We cried until we forgot, Forgot about why we cried. But then it had all come back. You said you were leaving, But this time I kept quiet. You didn't stop. You didn't stay. We cried. We died.
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Apr 4, 2015
Apr 4, 2015 at 6:33 AM UTC
Red Lights.
Once I thought love was tangible. That it was gentle, precious Careful and sweet                                                               Then I realized that love was an idea                                                               A theory that bruised and crumpled                                                                           Until you were used and torn                                       I don’t believe in love anymore
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Feb 22, 2015
Feb 22, 2015 at 12:47 AM UTC
Love
I should have known it wouldn't last, And alas, our time has passed, I was good and submissive, But you were dismissive, And I don't know what I can do. You liked me, adored me, You though I was sweet. But today, you called me, And said you could see, We were not meant to be, Because of what we believe. I know I'm so young, And sweet, and naive, I know it's crazy, But I believe, That age doesn't matter, not to me. But I guess I should see, Only friends we will be, But these Tim Eyes will always remain.
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Apr 30, 2014
Apr 30, 2014 at 10:51 PM UTC
Naivete
It's not about the way that you dress It's not about the way you flip your hair It's not about how many friends you have It's about the way that you smile When my whole world is in denial It's about the way I can't resist you Even after not talking for a while It's about the way you touch every curve on my body Along with every feeling within my being It's about how I get such a peaceful sleep Whenever you sing to me It's not about the way that you can be the biggest **** It's about the way that you make up for it It's about the way that you keep me your secret It's about the way that you can't keep it It's not about us It's about what we could be
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Apr 20, 2014
Apr 20, 2014 at 8:16 PM UTC
It's Not About