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i think it's time you said goodbye.
i think it's about time we remembered nothing lasts,
nothings constant but change.
i think this happened because you never forgot that.
i think i've been here, right here before.
i'm trying to find something in your eyes that tell me,
that tell me there's something more and you
never, ever meant to hurt me so badly.
i know you're sorry. i know that so well.
but when change is constant, you're bound to stand
still. and i can forgive but i can't forget.
i don't want you to leave because i don't know
where you'll go.
and i love you. i love you too much to let you go.
i think it's time we left this for everything else to
wash over. i think we'll be alright.
i think it's about time we remembered nothing lasts,
nothings constant but change.
i think this happened because you never forgot that.
i think i've been here, right here before.
i'm trying to find something in your eyes that tell me,
that tell me there's something more and you
never, ever meant to hurt me so badly.
i know you're sorry. i know that so well.
but when change is constant, you're bound to stand
still. and i can forgive but i can't forget.
i don't want you to leave because i don't know
where you'll go.
and i love you. i love you too much to let you go.
i think it's time we left this for everything else to
wash over. i think we'll be alright.
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You and I,
we're a stunted little paragraph blowing in the wind,
full of maybes and we could have beens.
We're winter nights dancing through the sky,
dreaming of warmth and summer, burntskin sunscreen.
We're fruits hanging from a tree,
ripe with promise and fearing bitter seeds.
We're dripping photographs in darkrooms waiting to become something beautiful.
You and I, we're not fancy like fireworks. Sparks
are the little lights that dance between us when we smile.
Sparks are private things and they shine more prettily
when no one else can see them except you and me.
So when I write poetry about us,
it won't be about mountains and kisses
and
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realized I was not a masochist
as I stand here, suffocating, I wonder whats next.
will I make it out alive?
what do I look like?
are my lips swollen?
do I still have lips?
what are lips?
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I am leaking raindrops and dripping tonights dinner into the living room below me. I am bleeding tears out of my mouth and puke from my eyes. I swear, I cant stop bleeding, but Im not bleeding blood- Im bleeding purple pigments- Im bleeding bags under my eyes; Im holding these bags so tightly in my hands that Im bruising sunsets under my eyes, and he just watches me in the sky.
I tell myself to set. just set like a sunset; just fall
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we're better off pretending
this is me telling
you that we'd be great if "we"
didn't include "me"
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i'm sorry guys.
i just don't remember how to write anything others want to read.
so cope a bit, i'll scrap it.
i just don't remember how to write anything others want to read.
so cope a bit, i'll scrap it.
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i think you just described the entirety of my current relationship.
how?
how?