You’re not supposed to be in a relationship because it’s comfortable, it’s supposed to be because they make you a better person.
December 2016
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tears fall from grieve
your eyes break knees
i hear your tune
the swallow of your spit
how you hid it
i hear you in the night
holding a grey pillow tight
your mind races of familiar faces
dark holds you here
where i found you at 25
the dive breaks in
your drive broke it
feeling pieces
a darkened soul became of me
fighting shadows
holding broken hands
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Don’t break my heart. Crush it. Destroy it. Let me wallow it until I feel hollow in it. I’ll bash in the pain. I’ll scream your name and then one day I suddenly won’t.
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my past
quite haunts
the deepest pours
of my soul
i flow with a tingle
down to the depth
of my core
bringing black
fighting in shadows
where doves cry in the eve
bats sway in the night
i force you with words
intensity consumes
wading back
hurling to
in shades of blue
where grey feels pink
purple takes neutral
life isn’t so pleasant
i felt quite transparentunloved love
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they seem to cry when they miss you
feel like god until we no longer need you
the question lingers
we slip from their fingers
breaking cracks and bending backs
filling holes where hearts once lied
i turn your pages
leaving you heartless
how my heart consumed
the beat feels detonating
yet it felt like death to melove once lied
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If you appreciated all the things I did for you, maybe you would have understood my love for you.
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i drink to your tune
memories of you
our song in the eve
a sleepless night becomes me
65 degrees with bodies touching
arms tangled, legs without tension
the warm feels icy
how it feels to wake
without you beside meto wake
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He was important. That’s the complete definition of his being. But the truth is, I’m important too. We lose ourselves in people the moment we intertwine. We justify things they do wrong and fall in love with things they do right. We justify little jabs, little words, little white lies with thinking they’re normal. They’re not. When you fall in love with someone, you want them happy. Their happiness makes you happy. That’s love. And since I was in love, I thought I was actually wrong. I would reward him when he treated me horribly. I would love him harder when he threw toxicity. It was dangerous. Vile. Absolutely terrifying that someone could make you feel so immensely cold, but so crazy in love. That’s emotional abuse.
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dancing in, but without
ease of your sleep
devil calls
as you break knees
i hear you in shadows
laughing in hateful actions
frolicking through
narrow of my bones
hollow of broken hallways
he seethes in dreams
breaking dimensions
the fear nears
subliminal to the beat
within your heart
how i keel to kill
blood smears
frolicking through
your heart
he sins your bones
in a soulful tone
leaving an omen
leaving you hopeless
