One day he’ll realize he is and was wrong. But that’s for him to figure out. You can’t change people or make them realize things they don’t want to see.
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Sticks and stones may break my bones but your words were always the hardest.
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dancing beneath the red lights
hues of your eyes
i sway in your hatred
if i could only
one last time
the breeze tingles my back
the way his hands used to
i wipe the yearn from my eyes
grasping my neck
one breath, two breath
a deep sigh
he twirls in my mind
dancing in my temporal
playing memories
anxiety kills
it feels like i could die
my brain lies in a deepness
the black pulls my eyes
i lie awake in a daze
feeling of crazy
things he said to me
words which could kill me
insecurities tangling my being
i loved him without hesitation
appreciating his body
while he manipulated his ways
taking it out on me
when my favorite thing
was to wake
with his arms next to megood morning
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Loving him made me never want to love another human being.
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i lie with a sadness
thoughts of your hands
wild things
like being with your being
touching your soul
when you didn’t know
i twist my body
in ways for you
doing things because i love you
but the blunt force
the locked doors
calls of crazy
your hands laid beside me
i touch your toes
with the cold of my feet
you pull away
all i wanted was to hold your hand
you said you loved me
i know you did
but the word that’s hard
is the word did
we tango through walls
crushing each other
with a deepness
a cold black sadness
i drop to your knees
there were no tears in the eyes of your seas
i hug you twice
one more time
three years i tangoed with you
i’ll never forget the day
i fell in love with youthree years
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He was my entire world. He still is. My best friend, lover, partner in crime and my other soul. But he didn’t agree. A person isn’t supposed to be your entire world, he said. But he’s wrong. When you love yourself, you love others. When you find yourself, you find others. When you create your world and it’s thriving, you create others. And I built an entire world for him. For us. As he once built for me.
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The hard part wasn’t breaking up. The hard part is forcing myself to fall out of love with you.
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stained sheets
a breathless hell
i lie awake
words in my head
thoughts in bed
i slick my being
holding things
if i could only dream
i turn the light
half past midnight
wondering where we went wrong
if things were always half past gone
i trip in a loveless world
where people play in greed
and we’re for free
i slumber in the night
holding my body tight
restricting from tears
from the abuse that resides
i hurl
he eases
i fall
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I love him. So much. To the point where you won’t understand. You don’t get it because I don’t get it. It’s there. It exists. It flows. It moves like rapids through my veins. Comes with bursts and occasionally fades with the day, but it’s always there. And when you find love like that, you don’t want to give it up. But sometimes you have to and sometimes you have to give it to someone else. That’s the hard part.
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i wade with a dream
you between my knees
a kiss between the eyes
happiness runs
it only lasts so long
i stand before you
the doors you spin
all the things i said, i meant
all the things i yelled, i lied
i loved you, i never said
until it went bad
the things i regret
fill buckets
you were one
as i was another
you fell in love
as i stayed out
i fell in
as you fell out
the tears caress
my body descends
i hurl with hatred
for things i did
things i could’ve said
but the choice is not to regret
we could’ve, we should’ve, but we didn’t
so we move on instead
things linger
the grasp of his hands
laughs in the night
tumbles down vegas hallways
i love you, i said
i meant
i forgave you
again and again
but the year and a half
you took it out on me
when i only ever wanted
to hold your handpetal by petal
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