Your hands press against mine like thorns of a rose (they used to fit perfectly into mine like two corresponding pieces to a puzzle) and your words pierce right through me like a shard of glass, stiffening up my lungs and stealing the breath right out of me.
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Your tears fall like the first snow of winter, making me freeze in place; unable to do anything but sit by idly and watch you break into a million pieces (the beauty of winter's first snow) happen right before my guilt-ridden eyes.
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Sometimes I'll stare into your eyes and watch them fill up with hurt, just so I will have someone to relate with. (You broke my heart just as much I ended up breaking yours) You're the one who taught me I could never be perfect, no matter how hard I tried. You showed me just how imperfect and unwanted I really am.
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Thanks for taking what little sliver of happiness I had and locking it away in a place I can never reach again. (Your heart is forever out of my grasp now. Once broken, never to be whole again)














Comments
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Claim me,
Mind and Soul.
but maybe for me you could try writing a more happy, hopeful one?
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"Alone in a world where cruelty has no standards, makes you think dying is the only way to survive"- Chelsea King
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If practice makes perfect, and no one is perfect, why practice?
I hope this is just an illustration of how someone in this situation would feel and that you didn't actually feel like this? If you did I hope you're ok?
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I am what I am, until I am no more...
but it's beautiful...
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"Mary was a different girl, had a thing for astronauts"
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and thanks so much. your comments are always so wonderful. youre awesome
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I am a lost soul desperately trying to find his way in this world of twists and turns.
Have faith. Keep hope. Dream big.
thanks... I just like to read your stuff
have a great Sunday
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"Mary was a different girl, had a thing for astronauts"
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youre very welcome. thanks again! ill definitely go check yours out right now
where are you from?
i hope you had a great sunday too. and im still trying to finish that poem for you
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I am a lost soul desperately trying to find his way in this world of twists and turns.
Have faith. Keep hope. Dream big.
I'm from Poland, so here's almost 4am, and as you can see I'm not sleeping
So, I'm waiting for that poem for me, can't wait.
My Sunday was ok, but now is Monday and I'm going back to my UNIVERSITY town, so, I'll be offline
How about your Sunday?
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"Mary was a different girl, had a thing for astronauts"
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Especially: "Your tears fall like the first snow of winter, making me freeze in place; unable to do anything but sit by idly and watch you break into a million pieces (the beauty of winter's first snow) happen right before my guilt-ridden eyes."
Breathy, wintery sighs, all around.
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