#notgood - Hello Poetry

I was your sugar rush, You craved me for a short amount of time. Begging me Asking me To give you more You devoured my love. You tasted my lips, The lips you said tasted like brown sugar. I was always on your mind My warm honey colored body And my brown sugar lips You craved my curls. My dark brown eyes Everything… But eventually your craving ended You no longer begged me And asked me You became too full The hunger you had for me went away You told me you desire something “Healthier” Something “better” Our love was sweet Maybe too sweet And sometimes too much sweetness Can make you sick.

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May 7, 2019

May 7, 2019 at 7:05 PM UTC

avacourtney02

Sugar Rush

I was your sugar rush, You craved me for a short amount of time. Begging me Asking me To give you more You devoured my love. You tasted my lips, The lips you said tasted like brown sugar. I was always on your mind My warm honey colored body And my brown sugar lips You craved my curls. My dark brown eyes Everything… But eventually your craving ended You no longer begged me And asked me You became too full The hunger you had for me went away You told me you desire something “Healthier” Something “better” Our love was sweet Maybe too sweet And sometimes too much sweetness Can make you sick.

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You say you know me But you don't know All the thoughts that I don't show I can be tricky when it comes to how I feel I've been hurt to much to fully heal Now you're trying to break my walls As I ignore your encouraging calls You say you know me But you don't know That I have been hit with a fatal blow I have glued this mask upon my face All because of hates warm embrace You can't tell me that you can see Everything that is going on around me You say you know me But you don't know I'm too weak to reap what I sow Life strangles me when I get on my feet I raise a white flag unable to take the heat One step forward, and two steps back Nothing can make up for what I lack You say you know me But you don't know I'm not good for you, so please just go...

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Dec 7, 2016

Dec 7, 2016 at 4:44 PM UTC

ryuu-bloodsplatter

You say you know me

You say you know me But you don't know All the thoughts that I don't show I can be tricky when it comes to how I feel I've been hurt to much to fully heal Now you're trying to break my walls As I ignore your encouraging calls You say you know me But you don't know That I have been hit with a fatal blow I have glued this mask upon my face All because of hates warm embrace You can't tell me that you can see Everything that is going on around me You say you know me But you don't know I'm too weak to reap what I sow Life strangles me when I get on my feet I raise a white flag unable to take the heat One step forward, and two steps back Nothing can make up for what I lack You say you know me But you don't know I'm not good for you, so please just go...

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Who am I to you, dear stranger? A lone stranger too. Someone you can't believe in, Someone you can't love. Someone so full of sin, Someone who fell from above.

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Mar 16, 2016

Mar 16, 2016 at 9:55 PM UTC

pevi-legendario

EVIL CONSCIENCE

Who am I to you, dear stranger? A lone stranger too. Someone you can't believe in, Someone you can't love. Someone so full of sin, Someone who fell from above.

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Everything happens for a reason, they say. People say a lot of things. They talk and talk and talk. Not knowing that the person next to them is broken like a glass and says ‘I’m okay’ as if it were the truth. They just have no idea what it’s like. What it’s like to seek safety in other people. What it’s like to go home every day and cry until your eyes look like a tornado. What it’s like to not be happy for the fact that millions of internal voices take control of someone’s thoughts. They just have no idea.

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Apr 22, 2014

Apr 22, 2014 at 5:44 PM UTC

coping-with-life

Untitled

Everything happens for a reason, they say. People say a lot of things. They talk and talk and talk. Not knowing that the person next to them is broken like a glass and says ‘I’m okay’ as if it were the truth. They just have no idea what it’s like. What it’s like to seek safety in other people. What it’s like to go home every day and cry until your eyes look like a tornado. What it’s like to not be happy for the fact that millions of internal voices take control of someone’s thoughts. They just have no idea.

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My wife I'll love, for years to come But if she would ever pass or leave me I'll audition a new love, no three I'll challenge the ladies to a game of fun I'll make my own game of "Chopped" They'll cook, I'll taste and evaluate I must chop one, I won't hesitate From three to two, they'll be cropped I have a sophisticated palette or taste Burgers, pizza, steaks, potatoes sweet Chefs are ecstatic, pleasant, and neat Yet I need to stay slender in the waste Who am I trying to fool or trick Women won't compete to feed me If I want to eat, there is one solution I see "You will have to make a phone call, Slick" I've "been chopped!"

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Mar 27, 2014

Mar 27, 2014 at 9:04 PM UTC

chuck-1

"Chopped"

My wife I'll love, for years to come But if she would ever pass or leave me I'll audition a new love, no three I'll challenge the ladies to a game of fun I'll make my own game of "Chopped" They'll cook, I'll taste and evaluate I must chop one, I won't hesitate From three to two, they'll be cropped I have a sophisticated palette or taste Burgers, pizza, steaks, potatoes sweet Chefs are ecstatic, pleasant, and neat Yet I need to stay slender in the waste Who am I trying to fool or trick Women won't compete to feed me If I want to eat, there is one solution I see "You will have to make a phone call, Slick" I've "been chopped!"

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