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Tearing myself apart
It's tearing me apart
Your words echoing in my head
Your eyes shining in my memory
Im scared of you but it's because of me
I never liked myself
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My game
I can't take back what I did.
But I want you to know that you weren't a game to me, that is just my love.
It's sick and twisted and dark and suffocating
But it's not meant to hurt you
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Am I ever going to love again?
I know my world is warped
But I thought I saw you clearly
I assume I saw it wrong
But there are two people in this story
Two hurt, damaged people that fell in love
At least I did anyway
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Guitar Girl
Guitar Girl
She plays guitar
She writes songs
She lives not far
And I could stay there all day long
She ties back her hair
And hides her insecurities
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Words are not forever
I can say everything right
But she'll still never love me
After that one bad night,
Now I just want to be free
This isn't about a friend
Or someone special
No texts I will send
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My light
You are the light in my life,
My girlfriend and my love.
You take away the night,
And your body fits with mine
I know you love my poems
So I will write them for you.
Loves
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never really love
What you gave me everyday
Was never really love.
It was toxic, poison,
You stained my blood black.
All of your words
I realize were all lies.
Even the ring on my finger
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lonely thoughts
I run to the forest,
The colors remind me
Of the color my eyes aren't.
Your screams are still in my ears,
They still echo
Against the blank canvas out here.
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Standards
Anxiety is encircling my fingers,
Every move I feel a twitch.
This pain is nothing new
And now my heart has a stitch.
I didn't want to break your heart
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not missing you
I don't know why I texted you
Spontaneously last night.
Usually I set up some elaborate plan,
So I can do everything right.
You're failing school,
Well guess what?—So am I,
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Guitar Girl
Guitar Girl
She plays guitar
She writes songs
She lives not far
And I could stay there all day long
She ties back her hair
And hides her insecurities
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the answer
"Why are you sad, my dear?"
My mother asks me again and again,
But my mouth won't open; you can't hear
the words that are caught in a cold, metal chain.
I can't tell her how hard I yearn