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Mattea Marie Oct 2014
I wonder
If you kept
My sweatshirt
Or if it was too
Painful to breathe
The perfume of my
Memory
The stench of my
Absensce

I wonder
If you burned
My sweatshirt
Like you lit the bridges
Connecting us
Erasing
The perfume of my
Memory
The stench of my
Existence
Natalie V Dec 2012
My heart was wishing for his wishes to be me, me on the end , me dying out of love.
Him dying out of my absensce. Us laying on the ground of loneliness..
In the middle of a crowded room playing for drinks and strangers to forget for good, both.

My soul was shaking, because i was. I was your wish of dead and olvido. I was your most wanted love, the one who hurt and the one you hurt back until we bleed. My soul was grieving for the hapinness once shared and for the times we didn't care.


My body was aching from missing you, it was torturous to know you woulnd't come , we couldn't fix it. I couldn't feel my arms when i hugged you ,and you didn't back.My eyes were sore for crying too much.

My mind was tired of fighting feelings  and emotions i couldn't take ,it was desperate from the obsessing love, the memories that came at night , the illusions that kidnapped my dreams.

It didn't stop until this year, it has been too much , it has been too long for our endless love, it has been enough for forever.

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