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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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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
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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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done, broken heart
Broken head
Broken hurt
Broken hate
Broken heart
Another
day I feel
like I'm about
to fall apart
Broken mind
Broken body
Broken wholly
Broken soul
I will shatter
into pieces
if I'm not
careful
Broken eyes
Broken ears
Broken nose
Broken lips
Reminders of
what happens
with just
one tiny slip
Falling
Falling
Falling
Down
Breaking
as I
hit
the ground
Shatter
into
tiny
pieces
Gravity
tried me
for
treason
Everything is gone
I don't know how
to get
it back
I fell
I'm broken
Broken open
Broken at the sound
of hate in
broken ears
and broken sounds
my broken fears
my broken heart
it's aching, breakin
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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.