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karin naude Jul 2013
Left behind
Disgarded and broken
Quickly forgotten
Yesterdays favourite
Was called cool, funny and honest
Good quailities, i thought
Months of hardwork
Brick by brick
I thought
Building a strong friendship

It hurts, a differant hurt than i am use to
Unknown to me
I really care
Was proud to know you
No longer
Curse the day we met
You used me
Now kicked to the ground
Bruised and hurt
mel Mar 20
oh to be the envelope that holds your letters,
your letters that will,

eventually,

*******,

u
n
d
o
n
e.

broken,
ripped at the seams,
soon to be disgarded.
inspired by the book I finished today: Letters to Milena by Franz Kafka
Torin May 2016
My soul is litter on a highway
I hold my eyes closed with my hands because I don't want you to see
Oh, how it was useful before
Now merely disgarded debris
Garbage that is still in love with you

My words that sound so sweet
I whisper delicate meaning because I lack the strength to scream
Oh, how I used to sing before
Now I'm only crying into clouds
Raindrops that burn and blow sideways

My heart is a broken sun
Rising still in my body and crossing the sky in your mind
Oh, how it used to give you warmth
Now the winters coming
And the sun is a cruel reminder

My love is a pile of ashes
Fragmented and distorted as a garden with no flowers
Oh, how it used to hold such scent
It used to live inside you
And as a phoenix it will live again
olivia young Jun 2015
Two shards of glass,
Now worthless and disgarded.
Coping with loss of what they once were
You and I.

How is it possible
That we might find each other
After years of mutual existence,
And mutual ignorance.

How is it possible,
That wholeness could still be achievable.
If only we opened our hearts and eyes
To one another.

You've always had a way with words
And the conclusion that I am the one that you like most,
Expelled from you like a confession,
And I hope it's true.

In my life, I've known thousands of people
But none with which I could share these things
The depths of my soul
you listen and don't judge.

Today I was struck by a thought
We are title less, Fragile,
and you, broken more recently than I,
Could not possibly be searching for wholeness yet

But I wish you would,
Because your shards connect to mine
Your brokenness heals me,
And mine could you

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