BreatheIs this really it?Breathe
I feel my heart crushing against my chest. Breathe, breathe, it's okay, is it? Will I ever really see you again?
I know I will in my thoughts and memories but will I ever really feel you again? My feet feel cold but I gotta keep running, they hurt with every step. Breathe, breathe, it's okay, is it? Will I forget you entirely? Forget those darks eyes that lit me like fire, or forget the feeling of your fingers entwinded in mine? The air feels crisp with every breath, making my lungs ake. Breathe, breathe, it's okay is it? Will you even remember when you're so far away? Will the everythi
As rusted as mePlease read Artist's comment first.As rusted as me
Tick,tock,tick,tock goes this rusted clock on my dresser.Tap,tap,tap goes the pen I hold
in my hand. What to write,oh what to write? So much to write. Thud,thud,thud goes my
shoeless feet on the wooden floor.Click,click,click goes the button on the top of my
pen that I can't help but figit with. So much to tell,so much left unsaid,but where to
start? Thump,thump,thump goes the still beating heart in my chest and scratch,scratch, scratch goes the tip of my pen as I finally start writting on this sheet of white,soon
to be scribbled in black. &
Oupps
TearsI..I..I..
I hate the way you smile The way you wear your hair I hate how you know I'd drop it all If you said you care
I hate how you massacre my thoughts And run rampant through my brain Destroy the monotony my life blocks and drum the rhythm of the rain
I hate how you spoke to me And said you love me with those eyes I hate how I knew it'd hurt and hated more when I saw you cry
I hate how our shot was so short Lasting only through the fall I hate how I can't stop thinking of you Because I could never hate you at all
SorryI'm Sorry That I bought you roses to tell you that I like youSorry
I'm Sorry That I was raised with respect not to sleep with you when you were drunk
I'm Sorry That my boy's not ripped enough to "satisfy" your wants
I'm Sorry That I open your car door, and pull out your chair like I was raised
I'm Sorry That I'm not cute enough to be "your guy"
I'm Sorry That I am actually nice; not a jerk
I'm Sorry I don't have a huge banka ccount to buy you expensive things
I'm Sorry I like to spend quality nights at home cud
I hate you
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If all is fair in love and war does that mean it's legal to shoot my partner????
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-Chris Busby
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Dying is an art like everything else and I do it exceptionally well...
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"S'il vous plaît… dessine-moi un mouton…" {St Exupéry, Le Petit Prince}
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I love you, not just for who you are, but for who I am when I am with you.
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That means a lot to me.
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"Sometimes, you have to let go of things, if you ever want to get them back"
"But some things... never come back..."
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