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I hope you know how much I [don't]like you I hope you know that I will [not]die for you I hope you know that you [never]had a chance

I love texting.  You can't see me, or hear me, I can pretend I'm happy and you would never know, I can give you false words and pretend it doesn't hurt me to type it, and even though it does you can't see me gripping my chest, or hear me struggling to breathe while I choke back the poisoned tears produced from the truth in my mind.  I can make-believe that I'm angry, and I can make you hate me, and you won't be able to see the tears streaming down my face, or hear my gasping sobs as I think that it was for the best.  I can say anything over text, make you believe anything, and you won't be able to see the grimace on my face, or hear the squea

This isn't a metaphor.  This is you and her, screaming as loud as possible; blaming each other for the same thing, with neither realizing it's pointless.  This is sweaty palms and red cheeks, clenched fists and gritting teeth, furious words and verbal abuse.  This is your best friend walking in on the fight and wondering what happened, and then following you back out the door when you run away crying and screaming.  This is her dropping to her knees and trying to figure out how it even started, realizing she was the reason you were mad in the first place, and then wishing she could take it all back.

I'm not cute, or beautiful.  I'm the virus creeping through your veins and wedging my way into your cells and reproducing until I've damaged every bit of you.  Like how a brown recluse decays your skin, I'm not something to be loved, or cared for, and I'm something that's meant to just. be. there. I'm an empty promise and pretend love letters, the voice in your head that whispers sweet nothings and makes you pray to god the voice is real.  Like the lightning cracking open a thousand trees and setting the rolling plains on fire, I'll just break you if you let me, without even meaning to I crawl along your skin until I find an opening, and when

So hide yourself From the world From reality But eventually Someone will find you Because eventually Someone else Will try to do the same And happen to fall Into the same mis-reality That you hide in

I wonder if you'll remember me, if you'll remember that at one point I fell for you like a rock dropping from a cliff, if you'll know that I shattered like one when I finally hit the ground, if you'll remember that I said I would die for you and with you, or if you know that I still would If I didn't say anything, would you know that I was still here? Would you believe that everytime I hear you talk about how much you like/love someone else, my heart breaks just a little more? Would you believe me if I told you I still see good things somewhere inside you? Would you believe me if I said I wish we could have something?

She is his world, she's in his mind He was the best that she could find He'll die for her, and give it all Just to hear her dial and call Him so he can hear her voice And know that it was her choice To stand there and say I do To tell him "I love you" One time when he wasn't there She found a man, broad and fair To give her a one night stand And take her hand in hand To a room filled with satin red A soft and oh so comfy bed A yelp of delight and cries for more A slamming of the house front door He hears the screams and runs upstairs To find that she and he are there Clothes and sheets strewn across the room For them this o

Sweetheart, please listen closely I know you see right through me But if I asked you not to make me wait In my eyes could you look straight And tell me what I need to hear That love for us is just not near But if patience can consume my mind Then in the end we could find A way to tie our hearts as one With love that formerly was undone In sickness and in health In poorness and in wealth Sweetheart please just hear my voice I know I have to make a choice Between life alone and life with you Well in the end, darling…I do

I stand along the edge of my world I'll laugh and then I'll give a twirl Of a heart tied upon a string Would you believe it belongs to me? My dear this is my very soul Can you see? It has a hole If I told you that it was your fault Would you give a second thought? Darling, I wrote this just for you To show you damage you can do If you knew it was caused by thee Would you still be mad at me? I messed up, this may be true But how much did it do to you To make you want to cause me pain Did you think that it would be in vain? My dear I think I've had enough For underneath I'm not that tough An outer shell made of steel Somehow,

she wants to shout it from the fucking rooftops to share with the whole world her absolute bliss but her voice is mute and her lungs are weak so they meet in the dark, in the night to share the secrets between their thighs and he'll press his lips to hers to steal the words from her mouth to steal the shaking from her hands to steal the longing from her heart and she feels like her chest is about to burst but it's better to feel obsession than nothing at all