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Grace E Jul 2019
All I ever wanted to do is love you,
You weren’t ready
You obviously weren’t ready to be loved like I loved you.
Grace E Jul 2019
I don’t know where I fell out of love.
I don’t know if I ever fell into it, fully.
I don’t know if I was just comfortable.
I don’t know if it’s just that I knew I’d be taken care of.
I don’t know if I cheated myself out of true love.
Or if this IS true love...
I don’t know how I can be so blithe about it all.
After all the bitterness that has built up and sunk into my heart towards you.
I don’t know when I fell out of love.
Or if I am in love.
Or if I ever was.
Or if I am in indifference veiled with a coat of emotional dependency.
I don’t know if this is love.
I don’t know.
Grace E Jul 2019
Some wish to be the sun,
Dazzling in white flames
Brimming with power
An unrelenting force of nature.
But I wish only to the moon,
The quiet moon looking upon lovers
Grazing on each other’s lips like green pastures
Beaming through a window of one who is pierced by the night,
How I long to shine in the darkness
Grace E Jul 2019
I just want to kiss his tear stained face,
And show him the type of love that could save someone from their darkest oblivions,
truly does exist
Grace E Jul 2019
Kiss me and paint my curves with your hands
The way a musician would caress his guitars strings with intention and passion
Play me, my love.
Whisper every desire into my ear

Make me sing
Grace E Jul 2019
I’m so sorry for being a horribly toxic person and bringing all my sorrows your way, as if they’re your problem.
Where am I meant to go?
It feels like there’s no where,
But down
Grace E Jul 2019
we fought.
my emotions splashed into a million waves of chaos and catastrophe.
my heart sunk beneath the waves swelling up inside my ribs and into my throat
I was drowning my love. I was drowning.
Where were you?
I was tossed and tormented by our dispute.
when finally I reached out of the waters for the door **** to reconcile, I found you there.
Asleep.
How calm your world was,
when mine was apocalyptic.
Nice to know you care so much. Problems of being the passionate one. They will never write poetry for you, when all you do is bleed for them.
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