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They say it's difficult to love someone
When you can't even love yourself.
But I loved you nonetheless,
The problem was I didn't know when to stop.
You kept sending me mixed signs
Making me dizzy until I
Couldn't know
Left <--- from ---> right
Much less right
From wrong.
When our world started crumbling down and
T e a r i n g at the seams
It was so easy for you to let it fall apart.
But I, knowing no other kind of love,
desperately clung to the remaining bits,
Trying to put them back together.
Yet the pieces changed too much, too quickly,
They kept growing and
growing a p a r t,
until your world was only yours
and mine a hollow echo of its past.
Looking back now, it seems like it
All happened in a different life,
With some other you, some other me,
And the lips kissing my own were just a dream.
When you can't even love yourself.
But I loved you nonetheless,
The problem was I didn't know when to stop.
You kept sending me mixed signs
Making me dizzy until I
Couldn't know
Left <--- from ---> right
Much less right
From wrong.
When our world started crumbling down and
T e a r i n g at the seams
It was so easy for you to let it fall apart.
But I, knowing no other kind of love,
desperately clung to the remaining bits,
Trying to put them back together.
Yet the pieces changed too much, too quickly,
They kept growing and
growing a p a r t,
until your world was only yours
and mine a hollow echo of its past.
Looking back now, it seems like it
All happened in a different life,
With some other you, some other me,
And the lips kissing my own were just a dream.
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it was the worst of times
spiderweb veins explode across her alabaster skin,
delicate as lace, yet destructive as a firework,
spreading like wildfire until she has nowhere else to run to.
the birds panic and beat against the walls of her rib cage, seeking escape.
sights-best-not-seen and years-best-not-spent etch canyons between her too fragile shoulder blades,
and bones peek through her yellowing epidermis like curious children, wishing to see the world from under their mother's skirt.
landslides fall from her eyes and pummel her eyelids to a faded purple-brown.
the crickets in her skull resist dreams of clouds and evergreens,
yet never let go of the horizo
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Memories fade
I had a memory
of a time
far
different from now
I watched it
drift
through the past
till it eventually
became lost
Literature
Death of a Love.
She hadn't moved from her window in over a day.
Watching for the impossible was something that she was content to do. It injected her with the faint hope that she might witness some of those precious memories once again. Maybe his decrepit old Clio, chugging along and spluttering to a grumbling stop right outside her house, or maybe the bicycle that he sometimes opted for instead, signalling his arrival with the ringing of a bell. It economised on both petrol and his nerves, he had always told her with a smile.
His smiles were gems. She had always watched in rapt fascination when his lips pulled back and curled upwards, his left cheek dimpl
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good golly, your writing is so amazing!
it's so real, so emotive, so beautiful.
it's so real, so emotive, so beautiful.