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A Beautiful Nightmare.....I used to push my self against
My wall as I slept,
Pretending it was him.
And I would hold my big dog
Stuffed-animal as if it was
Really him in my arms.
I used to sit and daydream
About how my day
Would of been if he had been
There to spend it with me.
And how much better life would be if
He was there at my side.
I used to believe that he would
Never understand why I loved him so.
And why I've given my life up for him.
I used to see him as the most
Wonderful thing in this world.
And that God had made him just for me.
I used to know him for who he was,
Not just what he pretended to be.
And why he was here in this world.
I used to think that none of this was true,
Nothing but a dream-
A Beautiful Nightmare.....
Sad LoveYou brought me down like a
Stab to my heart,
But not with swords,
You used words.
You stripped me bare,
But not only of clothes,
You hollowed me out like a drum
And beat me up til I gave you
You pushed me around like a
Childs swing, using me for
Nothing but pleasure.
You used me like some toy,
To play with when you got bored.
You've done so many things,
Though for some reason of that
I can't explain,
I still kinda love you...
Nothing I Can Do About It...He's gone.
And there's nothing,
I can do about it.
Maybe this happened for a reason.
Maybe its fate.
God's way of saying no.
I'll never understand why
He was the one who had to die...
Why couldn't of it been me?
He didn't deserve it.
He never did any harm..
Yet he's the one who is gone.
Now, I no longer know what to do with myself.
My life seems pointless yet again.
I'm nothing without him there at my side...
Nothing but another person in this world.
No one will understand my pain.
"Forget it and move on." They say.
But what if I don't want to?
Why not just end it all here?
Not like there's anything else
I'm needed for.
He was my reason,
He saved me.
I was so close to letting go,
But he came and Saved me .
And now, he's gone.
Gone forever, it seems.
I know I'll see him again some day,
But I'm not that patient.
Looking back on our yesterdays,
I've noticed that he never did cry,
Not a single tear.
And, only now that I realize this,
Do I wonder what
LatreuophobiaI wash off sick-sweet orange lipstick in front of a mirror as dusty as gothic romances. It tastes like oblivion, that is to say, like nothing my tongue can detect.
The door opens with a creak no private restroom could emulate. Some chick with blue bobbed hair and smeared eyeliner. I looked like that once. Ten years ago.
Getting the beer out of my hair is harder. Some men just can't take it when I'd rather they not kiss my feet or call me an angel or-
“Dayum girl, you look like a goddess.”
I gulp, taste of acid.
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