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you drop a bombshell on me that you might love me again again, you never stopped, you're unsure but you gave me hope that delicious, foolish hope that I gobbled up because how could I not?
Lately love has been like the candy " Now and Later. " Now you're here, but later you're gone
Dear you who I don’t know what to call anymore, In between frozen touches and blank stares I knew it all along, hidden in your cryptic answers. Chaste messages. I figured It can’t be so bad.
To the boy who stole my life, They say sticks and stones may break your bones But my back still aches from the knife I never deserved because all I ever did was
He called me once, you know I was in the shower and he called me Not once, but over and over until I answered He asked me how to love you What presents to get you
What once was a mirror, is now a window pane Different photos in the same frame I'm trapped in this gallery, yet I once was the art and everyday I wish for a fresh start but everytime I look it breaks my heart
Today I heard you were still aroundThat you were still in townThat you hadn't yet left for collegeand I don't know how I should feel about thatWe use to spend long nights laughing
The sky is red This morning, Like strawberry Colored razor burns. There was A two headed boy, With eyes like burnt Holes in a blanket. Lost between
I told you I loved you over text. You told me you would love me too, if I had a penis inbetween my legs. I begged you not to tell anyone about what happened, and cried in the shower, wondering what was wrong with me.
When you broke up with me and you said you needed space i was fine with it Because i thought you meant it in a normal way Rather than applying for a job at NASA.
This shouldn't hurt but we had to lose December at some point. Your jagged hips worry your mother, worry me, worry me about your mother and she knows that when you sway
fuck that cat with two fists covered in molten lead If I had a nickel for every day I spent in hell, It would be the last three years with my ex-girlfriend. I don’t know what that equates to,
Love is a four letter word & I've been worked into a novel. There are whole libraries of letters and bracelets and promise rings broken in two (1.Everything you've touched
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Here I am,sitting in this abandoned house and all I can hear over the sound of that stupid fucking clock… tick tock tick tock… is the sound of your voicein between hitched breaths saying my name.
He helps her forget her pastShe helps him see his future