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 Aug 2018 Midnight
Justin
Hypocrite
 Aug 2018 Midnight
Justin
I am the worst
I vowed to never
Ever hurt anyone

Yet I hurt you
I didn't mean to
But I did it

I lead you on
By accident
But who would believe that

Who would believe
The person who recieved
Your love

But never gave anything in return
I am the worst
 Aug 2018 Midnight
Justin
Here I am again

In this bottomless pit of despair

How long have I been here

Months? Weeks? Years?

I've lost count already

This is what I get

For releasing those demons

That I've kept in check

It doesn't bother me

That I've started to drown

From my own folly
I've been going down hill ever since...
 Aug 2018 Midnight
Isabelle
let me
just this time
let me walk away first
spare me the heartbreak
of watching you leave
spare me the pain
of setting you free
let me, just this time
let me walk away first
let me feel the pride
of the one leaving
not the pity
of being left behind
let me, just this time
let me leave you first
i’m tired of watching you leave
i’m tired of you ditching me
 Aug 2018 Midnight
Isabelle
Hatred
 Aug 2018 Midnight
Isabelle
Hatred

your kiss felt like Judas,
— a betrayal
and if my forgiveness
is your pass to St. Peter
i’m telling you,
you better make friends
with Satan now
you’ll probably go to hell
i’ll drag you
with me
 Aug 2018 Midnight
Ann
So,

you’ve gone.
all those memories

you and me.

Rocking by the swing
humming to myself
fingers reaching to

where you sat.
 Aug 2018 Midnight
Ann
a heartbreak
a broken promise
a lost love
        -

       you still have yourself.

       pick it up
       cos
       you're & will be
       a beautiful story
       too.
        -
 Aug 2018 Midnight
lX0st
Matisse
 Aug 2018 Midnight
lX0st
Paint me a picture
Of your skin
Does it bronze beneath the sun?
Or sizzle and blush
Like your cheeks
When you’re in love?
Is it soft to the touch
Like when your palms graze
The smooth surface of water?
Or rough around the edges
Like your favorite book
And its lovingly worn corners?
Does it melt in the heat
Like sweet syrupy treats
Dripping through your fingers?
Or does it welcome the winter
With wide open arms
As if greeting a lover?
Paint me a picture
Of your skin
 Aug 2018 Midnight
Xaela San
There
 Aug 2018 Midnight
Xaela San
The girl
       was always
                  there

But the boy
        was never
                 once aware.
Or vice versa
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