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#heartbrake
I lay wanting to have you in my arms I lay wondering what we would’ve have I lay in distress I lay I wanted to meet you
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Nov 1, 2023
Nov 1, 2023 at 12:38 AM UTC
I lay
Do you know how love cloaks with a magic coat. When it suffocates the human heart we know she's too fat.
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Jun 6, 2020
Jun 6, 2020 at 3:00 PM UTC
Magic coat
I can feel you but not as I once did Absent is the intertwining passionate euphoria of two minds, bodies, souls, uniting in energy, in ecstasy I sense you withdrawing piece by piece Your essence, your brilliance growing dimmer I struggle to hold you grasping wildly for any shred I can catch, and feel, and hold close Conversations and innuendos persist but in them lies a hollowness A new space between us our depth moving upward to the surface I watch you fade from me You no longer call me by my deity Once so attuned Words rendered unnecessary for understanding But now I beg for some connection and don’t even receive a reply
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May 27, 2020
May 27, 2020 at 11:54 PM UTC
I can feel you
the difference between tequila sunrise and tequila before sunrise is a broken heart
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May 12, 2020
May 12, 2020 at 11:27 AM UTC
Tequila Sunrise
You broke me and I admit it...day in day out chasing after you gets exhausting, trust me I get it. This relationship we have may very well be toxic, but I knew in the beginning when we first started this... this TORTUROUS game that you handed me, wothout a book of rules, because I learned the cost of it...But at the end of the day that game is the only thing that makes it worth being alive.... I'm trying to find a way out, a way to dance my way through without as much pain, a way to live without so much sorrow, a way to be ALIVE, because I don't want to JUST survive...anymore... but your voice so sweet and tempting, wrapping me up, pulling me in, leaving me with goosebumps and butterflies..... Its bliss... But love your games can be so cruel...you seemingly throw yourself at some and abandon others to rot, cold and alone, with nothing more than empty promises to keep them warm... Love you are bittersweet... But somehow I can't seem to get enough.
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Jan 8, 2020
Jan 8, 2020 at 4:28 PM UTC
Love, you've broken me...
This was the prettiest I've ever seen you. It was the most passionate we ever got. The greatest hug you ever gave me. The saddest goodbye I ever said. Last Night broke me. It broke me in so many ways. And it might be some time, Till I'm ok. Your neck, your thighs, your lips. It was that night you never want to forget. Something I wish went on till today, tomorrow. Why was it the end? Last night was your last goodbye. Your last kiss. Your last hug. The last I love you. The end of what we are. I long for the day you come back. That will be it. I could kiss you. I could say I love you again.
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Dec 2, 2019
Dec 2, 2019 at 10:19 AM UTC
Last Goodbye
there is a cupboard in your mothers house filled with the softest towels one could imagine. you always said: just pick one! then i would stand for a little while in front of it trying to figure out which one would make me feel like home the most. i loved that. i'll miss that.
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Oct 6, 2019
Oct 6, 2019 at 3:39 PM UTC
the cupboard
i know i must let you go disconnect everything we been from my soul get to know my own again sit firmly in my throne and then be happy
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Oct 5, 2019
Oct 5, 2019 at 7:17 PM UTC
i know
I can’t seem to relieve the blues So stuck upon the edges of my eyes; Perfume flowers is all you left on my hand, Their fragrance of Innocence Is fainter and fainter, Yet the skies can’t even seem To bacon back these blues of mine, It’s a sadness who chooses To have it’s riverbank Upon my eyes.
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Jun 3, 2019
Jun 3, 2019 at 12:32 AM UTC
Salty Diamonds
I am here For you How shall I help? What type of balsam do you want? Sweet injections for your ego? Or bitter sirups for your soul? Or maybe an operation in your mind? But an amputation of your sorrows? I am not qualified for that! You have to bear the pain Pain killers will **** you Let the feelings sore on Rot And fall off I shall collect them And throw them away To the dogs of forgettable times And the snakes of ellsuive memories Let them feast They are hungry For smelly things You limp away And move on For love can grow again
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Nov 3, 2018
Nov 3, 2018 at 6:16 AM UTC
MEDICAL PROCEDURES
This sunset reminds me of a story which has no beginning, nor ending but it was a story lots of words were written with souls two damaged souls dying to be together but they were never together, never was, never will be their hopes became dust fly through the air gets into their lungs choked
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Oct 5, 2018
Oct 5, 2018 at 12:47 PM UTC
Story (supposed to be)
You picked me up when I was low, You took me higher than I’d flown, But how was I to know, You would only to let go, Let me fall so deep, Then leave me to weep, Take me so high, Knowing it was a lie, Leave me in pain, Its happened again, Made me trust you, Only to brake it, Told me you loved me, Only you faked it.
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Sep 25, 2018
Sep 25, 2018 at 7:34 PM UTC
False Trust
He fell in love with the wrong girl. He's never going to know. His lips burn a thousand degrees. And hers are made of snow. They came to an agreement To keep things on the low. But together they're a tall rose bush That's never going to grow. They winded up the river Racing against the flow. Taking breaks between kisses To row. He looked at her Like he was waiting for the wind to blow. She couldn't bear to see him like this. She had to let him go.
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Jul 2, 2018
Jul 2, 2018 at 5:53 PM UTC
His Mistake
I am a work in progress a public draft often edited for the wrong reasons by the wrong  people with the worse grammar -Custodio
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Jun 26, 2018
Jun 26, 2018 at 4:14 PM UTC
Draft
A lasting illusion that never fails hiking through the mountain of cowardice anger came back and strikes, to tell its side of the story while frustration doesn't last a second on the stand to wield its case may Honorable Emotions decide what to do The Grand Jury has plead the ever so handsome and charming defendant Mr. Lies not guilty cheering for his grand victory stays home and drinks his daily feed of denial and neglect until he hunts down the next victims for his woe, sorrow and raging desires to be fulfilled Until next time.... we might save others dear hearts
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Jun 5, 2018
Jun 5, 2018 at 8:56 PM UTC
My first ever heartbreak
I do love you a lot A lot more than what your capable of imagining or perceiving But it doesn't mean That i would beg you To love me in return If you do not want to I can cross countless limits Fight a thousand furious battles And endure the pain of ghastly looking lacerating wounds for you But my self worth is more important to me Than you think I wont lose it for your half hearted love I deserve more than that I hope you'll realize it someday
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Apr 28, 2018
Apr 28, 2018 at 5:32 AM UTC
Dont love me
“I am free” My icy wings tearing through the dark blue sky, the permafrosted landscape below me getting smaller and farther away and the Sun, its warm, amber rays glistening on the horizon, beckoning me with its warm touch. I look back- Every second counts I look back- I see your cold eyes Frozen pits of mud, obsidian, sparkling like diamonds and just as hard. Body of steel. No blood, No life, Uncaring Unfeeling Scorpion. Froze my wings with your poison tail, your vicious words covered in sugar, stabbing. Stole my heart Oh how frail I was. I look back- At the small castle we built, the fireworks, the rose garden, the old dusty freight, the dim light of the bar where I asked you to be mine, the bamboo princess (I still have your pillow), the food trucks and that homeless guy who is probably dead, the pictures, the mix-tape, the color yellow, No Doubt, the empty movie theater, the Moon in Sagittarius where we held each other so close and you said I smelled of patchouli and that caused me to feel happiness because it is one of my favorite scents and I was so glad you liked it too, the warms nights in your cold, cold room and your hands, your hands… Will never freeze my wings again. I look back- I became human for you and you acted as if I were just some pigeon or robin or pheasant, you acted As if our castle Was made of sand, Meant to be dissolved. But how would I know? The language you speak is all ones and zeros, The feelings you feel are all bones and marrows And I am blood I am skin I am emotion, Venus The beauty within. I look back- -at you Pluto Not even a planet Cold and frozen with eyes of granite Wires and copper made up your soul And unfeeling data rules your flow. I look back- I asked you how you felt and received An error four-oh-four. That process never mattered to me, Yet always left me craving more. I look back- Were my emotions not obvious? Or were your feelings ambiguous Intent so dubious You viewed me as frivolous Yet you’re continuous With your cold touch so ferrous Incompatible I could understand… I look back- Scorpion, you’ll be okay. As you sit in your world, All alone, just like you intended, You let your past rule you. I look back- How could we be friends? Lovers to friends From seeing the universe inside of someone To just hanging out once, maybe twice a week. No, we cannot be friends because that’s just weird. I look forward- The Sun has set. My wings so cold They’ll thaw and heal in time And then, Scorpion, maybe we’ll see each other again.
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Mar 4, 2018
Mar 4, 2018 at 6:27 PM UTC
Pluto retrograde, sextile to Venus
“I am free” My icy wings tearing through the dark blue sky, the permafrosted landscape below me getting smaller and farther away and the Sun, its warm, amber rays glistening on the horizon, beckoning me with its warm touch. I look back- Every second counts I look back- I see your cold eyes Frozen pits of mud, obsidian, sparkling like diamonds and just as hard. Body of steel. No blood, No life, Uncaring Unfeeling Scorpion. Froze my wings with your poison tail, your vicious words covered in sugar, stabbing. Stole my heart Oh how frail I was. I look back- At the small castle we built, the fireworks, the rose garden, the old dusty freight, the dim light of the bar where I asked you to be mine, the bamboo princess (I still have your pillow), the food trucks and that homeless guy who is probably dead, the pictures, the mix-tape, the color yellow, No Doubt, the empty movie theater, the Moon in Sagittarius where we held each other so close and you said I smelled of patchouli and that caused me to feel happiness because it is one of my favorite scents and I was so glad you liked it too, the warms nights in your cold, cold room and your hands, your hands… Will never freeze my wings again. I look back- I became human for you and you acted as if I were just some pigeon or robin or pheasant, you acted As if our castle Was made of sand, Meant to be dissolved. But how would I know? The language you speak is all ones and zeros, The feelings you feel are all bones and marrows And I am blood I am skin I am emotion, Venus The beauty within. I look back- -at you Pluto Not even a planet Cold and frozen with eyes of granite Wires and copper made up your soul And unfeeling data rules your flow. I look back- I asked you how you felt and received An error four-oh-four. That process never mattered to me, Yet always left me craving more. I look back- Were my emotions not obvious? Or were your feelings ambiguous Intent so dubious You viewed me as frivolous Yet you’re continuous With your cold touch so ferrous Incompatible I could understand… I look back- Scorpion, you’ll be okay. As you sit in your world, All alone, just like you intended, You let your past rule you. I look back- How could we be friends? Lovers to friends From seeing the universe inside of someone To just hanging out once, maybe twice a week. No, we cannot be friends because that’s just weird. I look forward- The Sun has set. My wings so cold They’ll thaw and heal in time And then, Scorpion, maybe we’ll see each other again.
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Another person has fallen victim to the heartbroken syndrome. Not me, but the girl who’s sitting next to me at the bus station at 1 am in the morning. The first symptoms she showed were slight. Constantly staring down at her phone. Desperation seemed to reflect on her face. As if waiting for something. A call. A text. Anything. I knew she had reached stage 2 when she abruptly stood up. Paced back and forth. Back and forth. Back and forth. Not caring about anyone who watched. Calling someone who clearly would never answer her. The more she dialed, the more sick she got. She escalated pretty quickly to the final stage once she bursted into tears. Looking for reasons as to why everything went wrong. Sobbing her eyes out. As her body and feelings gave out. Letting fall one last tear. While she gave her last sigh. She’s not the first victim I’ve seen. I myself have fallen prey to this disease. It is an illness that everyone is bound to have, at least once in their lifetime. And she will have to learn that, The only cure, The only antidote, The only remedy, Is time.
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Feb 4, 2018
Feb 4, 2018 at 10:17 AM UTC
Heartbroken Syndrome