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I wanna be okay
I wanna be okay,
I've been through so much pain
I've been brought up and broken
Silenced and out spoken
I wanna be okay,
My life was flipped over
But now it's getting better
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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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Regret
I regret not running to you
Yet I regret running to you then but
Now it's behind me
I think of how we talk
Of how we laugh, then
I pick apart every word
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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
Loves
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From Poetry Class...
We had to write a poem about an animal
in poetry class the other day,
And I didn't know what topic to choose,
so of course I wrote about you:
A bee flies in front
of my window,
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Silver linings
Three months is too long
to hold onto hope,
But here I am clutching it in my fist
like it's my very will to live.
I need to set it free,
I'll watch it fly across the sky,
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after all this time?
I hate how you couldn't see
What you did to me.
The way my heart shattered
When you were with him.
I wanted you to be with me,
And hold my hand in the halls.
I was your first friend,
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The end of the beginning
I love it
It being you
You changed my life
Life that you give me
You blow my mind
Mind you, that's not easy
Easy on the eyes
Eyes as calling as a siren song
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Falling into nothing
My mind has gone numb
My hands are ice cold
Each day blends into the next
Each word pulls me closer to the edge
Nothing is the absence of something
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Erasure of the Femme Fatale
* am burned at the stake of cursed femininity.
Something of a goddess and a martyred myth.
* suppose those are one and the same.
You juxtapose ** between a revolution