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She hates everything about herself. Even the things she likes she can find a reason she could be better.
She loves her eyes, but she hates that they are hooded. They would look better if they were a little wider.
She loves her curls, but she hates that it’s frizzy. It would look so much nicer if it was shiny, and smooth
She loves her smile, but hates her teeth. They could be perfect if she only took care of them as a child
She can always appreciate, and admire the flaws in every single thing in this world. But when it comes to herself, she could be better.
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What she thought was a love brighter then the sun, was actually just a fire fueled by a vile pessimism
And she was the blindly willing moth oh so drawn to her brightness
Unknowing she would ultimately be burned in the end.
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“I have realized, life is not about what you are uncomfortable with, but what you can be comfortable with. You can challenge yourself, and see your limits. And that can be the most beautiful thing in the world.” -Faylene Hill
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He drives her mad…
He drives her mad. The way he makes mistakes he doesn’t even know of. Or the way she has to tell him when he does something she does not like. She can feel the madness when she wishes he could read her mind. But sweet girl, no man has that power.
He drives her mad with the way he makes her feel. Strapping her in on a daring roller coaster of emotions. All the twists, and turns, and sudden drops. Speeds that would make the faint of heart weary.
But she’s knows nothing of the worries of going mad. She happily invites in the chaos that is this man. For a fire cannot burn without being fed.
Why yes, he drives her mad. But with the way he looks at her so deeply, and the way he holds her like he may never let go. The teasing, and playing, and the energy he gives that makes her want to not only grow old with him, but to stay young with him. The feeling drives her mad
But she welcomes the madness. For that’s all she has known. She has always been able find peace in her madness. He drives her to madness, but he also bestowed the most beautiful peace on her.
She’s so lucky to be mad.
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You came as a surprise to me. One smile and I can feel my heart beat. It flutters and skips when you wrap your arms around my waist. The feelings I have are so strong, and it came on so quick, with just a taste. When you sing to me i can’t even form the words of what I feel. But I have never had a feeling, that felt this real. A surprise savior, a beautiful soul. When I’m with you, I never want to let go.
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Toxic
As toxic as the tide pools and the ocean.
Oh how the love is like high tide. Full of life and magic
But low tide always comes. And I am like the poor sea anemones that are dried up. Left without life.
Why does high tide have to be to beautiful.
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You pinky promised, then you broke it
You said you wouldn’t, then you did
You said it was true, but you lied
You said you loved me, but you didn’t
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I will not use my energy where it is wasted.
I thought we had a connection, I swear I could taste it.
You matched my energy, and I matched yours.
But soon your flame burned out, and mine was torn.
Torn between what if’s, why’s, and how’s.
Why did our flames burn so bright, then extinguish it’s self out?
What if I used just a little more energy to shine brighter for you, would that by chance change your doubt?
But how can I go back into that same path.
Where I give more energy, then what’s given back.
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She gets caught in the sky too often.. She’ll make her way back to the ground.
When someone sings her a song.
But the longer she listens. The more she realizes she likes a different genre.
So she floats back up to the sky.
You can find her there every night.
Oh how she loves to be caught in the sky..
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I feel as if I am just a fallen leaf.
Dancing through the air, waiting to fall on the ground.
I spin, and I leap, and I drift with the wind.
Fearing that once I fall to the ground, you will hear my cries as I crunch under your feet.
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Happier.
I smile. I laugh. I enjoy my me time. Why yes, there still are many low times. It’s almost like a candle trying to flicker in the wind. The bright flame dancing in and out of view. That is how my happiness is. Big bright light, but there are still some flickering sadness.
So if you ask me if I’m happy. I can honestly tell you, I am happier. Happier then I was. And I’m happy that I am happier.
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I’ve deleted you from everything. I no longer see you. But the one thing I cannot do, is erase you from my heart.
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Oh why do I feel so alone around people. It’s as if my heart was left behind, and body kept moving. I can smile, laugh, and joke with the people around me, but I so deeply crave vibrations on a different level. I want to feel as if you are not only talking to me, but to my heart.
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Oh please, be gentle. I’m left with scars that will reopen if you are rough. No, you did not hold the blade, and make the incision, straight into my heart. But my tears, and blood still pour down my body, like a waterfall of pain. You were like a rope thrown out to me as I struggle to stay above the crashing waters of memories. I fear that if I take the rope, you will let go, or the burden of my troubles will make it snap. This fear makes me want to ignore the rope, the warm embrace of your kindness, and let the water pull me under. I would not want to get you wet. So please, be gentle.
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The reason
Yes indeed, you were my reason. For if it was not for you, I would not have had a reason to breathe. A reason to keep trying when I wanted to give up. The reason why i had such a beaming smile.
But now, my reason has to be me. I have to be enough to keep myself going. To keep my beaming smile. To force the air in and out of my lungs. I will be my reason, and I will keep being my own reason.
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You killed me. My soul. My love. My trust. My heart. You knew this would be my demise. And yet you held out the gun, pointed, and shot. You went for the kill.
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You were my everything. Now you’re gone. And I have nothing. Nothing but scars, wounds, and hurt. I don’t know how to make it through this pain.
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