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Goodbyes"Goodbyes are not forever, Goodbyes are not for us.
Goodbyes aren’t tragedy. Goodbyes are not robust.
This may be good, This may not be for real.
But a Goodbye upon the pages, makes time want to stand still.
I cannot lose, I cannot waste.
I just want you to be well thought through.
Please don’t give up, nor will I.
For each timbering day is more like I’m dying.
Goodbyes are not forever, Goodbyes are not for us.
I love you.
And all of this is robust.”
UntitledI don't wanna sit back and wait
I don't wanna sit back -----
I can't deal with the pain
the ---- pain ----
You've been tearing away
Away from me
You're agonizing pain
That leaves me -----
You're leaving me in pain
Do you understand
Your love is crucial
All I want is
My love ---- My love
You're the answer
You're the answer
She Was Forgotten, And Yet She Tried Even Harder"And then she said, 'I cannot believe how easy it is for you to move on knowing how much we have and you just want to give up and no longer fight for us.' She knew she needed to try harder, but being ignored and being thrown away like she was nothing wasn't making it any easier. She waited painfully for the slightest chance that he'd call. But she'd felt like he'd truly given up. She knew she couldn't give up that easily because he meant that much to her; but, what could one little soul do? When all she tried, she was still given the cold shoulder."
LosingIt pierces my heart
When I think of You
It pierces my head
When I try to forget
Could be the end of me
Could be the end of eternity
I can't think
I can't sleep
And I can't eat
Away the pain
Each waking moment
I stare in blank clarity
Losing this game
Could be the end
Of a beautiful memory
Mommy's Little BabyYou're mommy's little baby
No matter how far
No matter Much
You may grow
You'll always be my baby
You may think
That Days are
But as you may
You'll learn the
For some reason
That at the end
You'll always be
No matter how
You may grow
To You:To You:
you're my world. Did you know that when I hear you name, my heart skips a beat. Then once my heart catches up to the sweet and tender words that slip out of your mouth...I begin to turn breathless. I can't speak. I can't talk. I can't even stand not even three feet away from you. Your body is like a poisonous gas, I breath it in and I can't deny it. When you touch me, my body gets so weak that I feel like I could just collapse any minute. Your love, you've given it to me. I hold you heart and I don't ever want to need to give it back. No matter how hurtful things may seem, I'm willing to work completely through it all with you, everyday.
I'm beginning to feel like we once did before. I never thought I'd ever feel like this once again. But these past three days, they've been so breathtaking. You're my one and only. You're the air I breath, and just being a couple days a way from you, I felt like I was dying. I never want to feel that emptiness again and I never want you to
BrokenheartedHow could I be so blind?
I've lost the love of my life
I miss you
What have I done?
Why did I have to be so depressed?
Why did I have to end us?
Now I've lost you
There is no hope for me
I want you and only you
I just want you to hold me
Hold me in your arms
Come kiss me goodnight
Come kiss me before you leave
For the night
Please all I want
Is your lips touching mine
I want you back
I made a mistake
I shouldn't have done
What I did
I shouldn't have ended it
Just because I was depressed
And thinking I'd already lost you
I ended us
What have I done?
I Want You
I Need You
I Love You
You've Lost MeI thought You Loved Me
I thought You
Would tell me anything I thought You
loved me and you couldn't bare to Lose me
Where did our love go?
It faded the day you left me
It faded the day you
thought you wanted someone else
You lost me from the moment
touched someone else's body
You've lost it
Our love faded the day
you caressed someone else's
skin other than mine
I've lost You
I've lost our love
Because you wanted someone else
The moment you lost me
Was the moment you'd blame
it all on me
A message to the brokenYou drown yourself
in liquid sorrows,
letting the salty mess
burn your wounds,
and the sadness
to drip in your mouth,
consuming your words
and you say
you deserve the pain,
but I want to dry your face,
and whisper in your ear
how the clouds cry too,
while they hold such beauty,
and so do you.
Pretty metaphors are for pretty girlsI told you to stop
spewing pretty metaphors at me,
for with each elaborate comparison,
I feel a bit more
detached from this world
And maybe I don’t feel so strong at the moment,
but would you be
if you felt like the entire universe
was resting upon your shoulders,
and someone was just there saying:
But you’re stronger than the powerful beats
of a butterfly’s wings
And maybe I do need more confidence,
but would you exuberate it
when the part you hated most about yourself
were the freckles that have speckled your face for years,
and someone was just there muttering:
They’re not flaws,
but rather stars that form constellations
Yes, I can’t help but hate
all those unrealistic metaphors
you choose to pelt at me when I’m low,
yet the irony is,
I know that those beautiful words
are realistic in your eyes,
So I can’t hate you.
dark circlesi haven't slept well in 14 days
my eyes droop pretty colors
'50 shades of purple and grey,
they're bags and they're designer'
making jokes is how i cope
with chapped lips and constant chap-stick
it tastes like honey and mint
i laugh and say i'm addicted.
hooded lids and sleepy smiles
during lunch at subway
my friends ask if I'm okay
I say that I'm just tired.
but really when I see him with her
my heart sinks to the tiles
she's pretty and witty and sure as hell she can sing
and i'm just a loud bone-collector.
when I see her with him,
dancing and laughing and grinning,
the ring on her finger
laughs at my singularity.
for as much as i lie and as much as i try
my loneliness still creeps in,
because no matter how much they protest,
i'm still the lowly fifth-wheel.
walking behind them on sidewalks
that are wide, but built for four
smiles and laughs when they look back
but the frown creeps evermore.
pelvis peaks through paper-thin skin
and knuckles white and pale
my ribs are empty, my bo
Clear WristA clear wrist, barren of scars,
as opposed to skin sauntered in marks,
tells a trickier story than it's soiled and raw,
uncaring, unkempt counter part.
Bravery, I think it holds,
the strength to bare unimaginable loads
of pain and suffering through endless times,
and withstanding the agony of sleepless nights.
Some think it is fear, the reluctance to cut,
but I believe it opposite, it show courage and guts.
To bear your pain without a nick on your wrist,
is like a solider braving his terrain while being torn limb from limb.
Agonizing as it is, to hide your pain,
you do it so well, and no attention you'll gain.
At the end of the day, it's not cry for attention,
rather a cry for the victory that's silently mentioned.
Your scars are those not self inflicted,
and despite the gnawing intention,
to harm yourself and ease your pain,
the scars you earn are rightfully gained.
In a room of those who have jumped the gun,
and left traces of blood deep in their arms,
do not be tempted to do the sam
specter boys have always looked best sinkinghe says,
i want to count all 206 &
feel the notches of your ribs -
i want you, weary boy, to
phase yourself down while
you are burning inside out.
i will seethe inside your skull
like thoughts, like cigarette filters;
you will thank me as i molder in your marrow.
These Faded KeysOf all the keys I click
As we speak each day,
It's the back arrow
That's faded most
These white letters
Would surely tell you,
I reply to everything -
But the key reading "enter"
Will be the one to explain
Why it still looks new
I want you to know
Just how much I care,
But I don't want to be close
Out of the fear of losing you
But please remember:
I dedicate these words to you,
Sharing them to the world
Rather than clicking away
At the faded key ~
Nine TimesI saw him nine times.
The first time we were both sitting in the room together, getting ready to take the math test that would determine our placement. I was scatterbrained and throwing things around, trying to find the pencils that I had known I would need but had still just tossed in my purse. He was lounging backwards in his chair, looking for all the world as though he didn’t have a single care in the world, including the upcoming test. It annoyed me, that I was frantic and ready to scream, while someone else could be that relaxed.
I tested out of the class.
I don’t know if he did.
The second time I saw him, it was a few months after I arrived on campus. He was the one rushing and frantic this time, running across the square. He was probably late for class, though I had no way of knowing for sure. I was already lost in my own thoughts and ideas, deciding on my major and convincing people that yes, this is what I really want to do with my life. If they weren
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