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Do you remember, love?
How you would tempt me,
So expertly, so slyly,
Blinding me with desperation,
Or was it loneliness?
Oh, how naive I was,
How young and gullible,
Yet you twisted me and toyed with me,
As if I was your puppet on a string.
Do you remember, love?
How I fell for it,
I fell for your promises of happiness,
And your lies about my "happy ever after" with my prince.
It was pure bliss,
I was flying above the clouds with love,
Yet the love was so short lived.
Do you remember, love?
When your devious plot truly succeeded,
How you kicked me to the curb
With nothing but a chipped heart
And a flickering soul....
Do you know of the countless nights of tears,
Of the days full of guilt, regret, reminescense,
The times I walked around in search of who I used to be,
Without you by my side?
But, of course you know,
You sat there, observing me, so intently,
Laughing at my pain, my confusion.
But,
Do you remember, love?
More importantly than anything else?
I survived,
Through the tortuous days of pain you threw my way,
I made it,
And am proud to say that I was not a piece of your little game.
Do you remember, love?
Because I sure do.
How you would tempt me,
So expertly, so slyly,
Blinding me with desperation,
Or was it loneliness?
Oh, how naive I was,
How young and gullible,
Yet you twisted me and toyed with me,
As if I was your puppet on a string.
Do you remember, love?
How I fell for it,
I fell for your promises of happiness,
And your lies about my "happy ever after" with my prince.
It was pure bliss,
I was flying above the clouds with love,
Yet the love was so short lived.
Do you remember, love?
When your devious plot truly succeeded,
How you kicked me to the curb
With nothing but a chipped heart
And a flickering soul....
Do you know of the countless nights of tears,
Of the days full of guilt, regret, reminescense,
The times I walked around in search of who I used to be,
Without you by my side?
But, of course you know,
You sat there, observing me, so intently,
Laughing at my pain, my confusion.
But,
Do you remember, love?
More importantly than anything else?
I survived,
Through the tortuous days of pain you threw my way,
I made it,
And am proud to say that I was not a piece of your little game.
Do you remember, love?
Because I sure do.
Literature
Still Missing You
I thought I was past this,
That I was done feeling this way.
But why is it you that I still miss
And think about some days.
It appears you have moved on,
And I thought I did too.
I'm trying to be strong
And figure out what to do.
But I can't stop thinking about it,
Can't help but remember all the fun we had.
A possibility inside my mind has been lit,
And this idea has been driving me mad.
Could there still be a chance for us?
Could we start it up again?
I don't want to leave what we had in the dust,
So what does this mean for us then?
Maybe I should just come right out
And say what has been on my thoughts.
What happened has
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Just me.
You always say that
nothings ever good enough
but you need to stop comparing me
Because:
I'm not her.
I'm not him.
and I can't be
what you want me to be.
I struggle, ad I struggle
to find that perfect place
that's just mine.
But I know that if I do
nothing will ever been
good enough for you.
I'm not her.
I'm not him.
and I can't be
what you want me to be.
I can only ever be just me.
Some nights I wander,
wondering if I'll ever be
good enough. But as I look
upon the sky
there's nothing there
asking for me to change.
So I'll just realize
that I can only ever be just me.
Because,
I'm not her.
I'm not him.
Literature
I'm Worthless
Don't tell me I'm worthless
Don't tell me I'm nothing
You can't change me
Because I used to be something
I used to be
But I lost my ways
Instead of helping
You double my pain
Don't tell me I'm worthless
I already know it
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I wrote this, as if it was TO love itself, not a past guy that I've liked. If that makes sense I'm just tired of love, and the pain it brings. Hope you like!
BTW, not my picture.
BTW, not my picture.
© 2012 - 2024 MidnightSun121
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*sigh* yes, the whispers of love, the half-truths within it sometimes...the love that you thought was yours...
Love isn't always like this. There is a good side, too, but I do understand the side you have described...
Love isn't always like this. There is a good side, too, but I do understand the side you have described...