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I lost everything I was, true.
But all I was
I was for you.
And, oh,
Soldier girl,
I wish you knew
How I still cry
To think of you
But all I was
I was for you.
And, oh,
Soldier girl,
I wish you knew
How I still cry
To think of you
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we have the softest heartbeats
i don't know what it means when you say
you don't know what i mean.
the implications of my every sentence stain the
atmosphere like neon lights and i'm left wondering
how you can still be so clueless. how after
all this time. after all the sentences we traded
with each other. after every minute that makes
the miles smaller. you still don't get it. how
you could still not get me.
this is the part where i need to remind myself
that you were never mine.
you've never been anyone's because there isn't
a sentence simple enough to make you stay so
three words and eight letters won't leave you
breathless in between my bed sheet
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read this without breathing
Don't call me beautiful.
This isn't some over the counter form of self-deprecation. It's truth in a full-informed prescription. Maybe you've figured this out by now and I'm wasting my words telling you, but darling, I'm an acidic mess and I promise I'll burn holes through your best intentions. Read this as the label marked "warning." Or maybe I'm a battlefield and honestly, blow by blow, you're killing me. But usually, I'm simply a one-way road that dead-ends at your doorstep and I'm crashing into you.
I swear we do the worst things to each other in the worst and most nonsensical ways.
Don't pretend I'm clever.
I'm just recycled words fro
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Epiphany No. 289
If I had known you before my heart had been broken once.
I would not have been the girl who you liked enough to say hello to.
If I had known you before my heart had been broken twice.
I would not have been the girl who understood your beautiful sad eyes.
If I had known you before my heart had broken thrice.
I would not have been the girl who felt your music in her sore heart.
If I had known you before my soul was ripped from me.
I would not have been the girl who appreciates you the way I do.
If I hadn't been damaged,
You would never have wanted to know me.
They say the universe works in mysterious ways.
And you, you are my mysteri
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Heh. Rhyming.
There's a reason I don't do it often.
I hope she doesn't cry, too.
...
Part of me hopes she does.
There's a reason I don't do it often.
...
Part of me hopes she does.
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