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Eleanor Rigby Feb 2015
You looked me in the eye
With the same smile you gave me
A long time ago.
You let me order your coffee for you
I knew which one
It's still the same
From a long time ago.

I laughed about the jokes you told me
You laughed at how unfunny
Mine were
And you playfully hit me
I frowned, you laughed,
I laughed, you laughed again
And said sorry
Just like you did
A long time ago.

The worst of it all
Was that when your hand
Accidentally brushed mine
I shivered
Just like I did
A long long time ago.

-- Eleanor
KitaRaizal Feb 2014
3 weeks ago,
My life fell apart,
To some its petty,
To me, its extreme,
3 weeks ago,
Started the days,
The days i have to live without him,
Started the unbearable numbness,
Im sorry what was that,
Hes just some guy,
What the fuck are you talking about,
He was everything to me,
That isnt Just Some Guy,
He meant the world to me,
And you torn him away,
Taking pieces of my soul right along with him,
Soon he sooths,
We will be together,
Soon i plead needs to come faster,
My heart cant take this pain that i can no longer feel,
My heart crys out,
I ignore it,
The pain is always throbbing,
Begging to be known,
I refuse
See im telling you the story of a girl,
A girl who fell in love with a 28 year old,
A girl who does not care what people think,
This is a story of a girl lost and alone,
A girl who just wants to be happy again,
A girl...
That Is Me

Long story short, my mom took him away cause of the age difference, i turn 18 soon, real soon, i will not give up, he is a big part of my life and no one really understands.
Iz Aug 2017
veins surge with static, eagerly pushing electricity through my blood like volts of frictionless energy
excitement flushes my pupils and they dilate as my lungs fill to breathe you in; an agonizingly controlled, but undeniably elated sense of euphoria at the slightest of touches
your jokes are accompanied by entirely too-perfectly-timed wit, and a lack of indication of sarcasm; I am flustered and yet flushed with happiness; a sweet conflict: self conscious with childlike glee.
you asked me to meet you at the top of the parking garage where you go to take pictures and watch fireworks; the thought makes my hands sweat and my head dizzy, the adrenaline of the height and the people buzzing below us and my hair in the wind and your face and those eyes.
Those god damn eyes that insist on making my thoughts their home.
Jen Aug 19
Cold rush-
Wind gust,
He limps
With an old
Wooden cane,
On a Bridge
By the Bay-
Talking in a low
A song,
Of true

"It all washes
Up on the shore."

Of Fights
And Trouble,
Followed by
His love
Of long ago
Came ashore.

Skin hangs
On him,
Aged and scarred,
But once
He was young
And spry.

He sings,
"I remember
The day the
Mermaids died."
Erica C May 10
never trust a poet's words
they sound sweet at first
but you'll notice the emotion in their words
it all sounds too...
"i love you like the sea loves the shore"
becomes too scripted
you hear the small tinge of love actually left in their voice
hoping it could mean something
but it doesn't
it never does
it's just the way they say it
one day, after they have left
you will find their poems, and they will be the exact words that they had said to you
once long ago
please understand this poem is in a way just me talking to myself, reminding me to not trust a man who i once loved, thank you
Why is everything so co.mpli.cated.
        Why is nothing how it should be

Nothing good lasts for ever
well it seems to me like nothing good lasts a fucking second

Everything is
         Everything was good a week ago
    A month ago
Ok maybe not good but better

         Because this fucking life has
        given me the shittiest lemons
And although I'm used to dirty lemonade
it's like life still enjoys pelting me with the leftover ones
        I want
    To disappear
Go away
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