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I forgot how to write for me
Because, deep down, it was always you
You in the laughter and you at my worst
It was you, and at the time, that was all that mattered
I forgot how much you loved me
Drunk on power and high on you
Sobriety kicked in and I'm falling, again
Not in love, but towards the scrapes of what I shattered
Because, deep down, it was always you
You in the laughter and you at my worst
It was you, and at the time, that was all that mattered
I forgot how much you loved me
Drunk on power and high on you
Sobriety kicked in and I'm falling, again
Not in love, but towards the scrapes of what I shattered
Literature
A little thing called beauty
the bittersweet cacophony in the background noise,
a voluminous rhythm mirroring the beating of our hearts,
the sand slowly shifting down the hourglass,
like the stars to fade before the break of day,
or as the cool summer breeze silenced beneath the sun,
wondrous yet swiftly fleeting,
a crashing wave breaking for but a moment upon the shores of time
we count the passing seconds on twilight screens and wristwatches,
tiny grains to slip past the cracks of this fragile existence,
counting time like playing cards,
where every breath itself becomes a gamble,
we catalog moments and memories,
on temporary screens with vibrant color,
ignoring the c
Literature
A Little Bit of Memory Loss
A room filled with hate,
A room in the dark.
Rooms fill this space,
They bleed dry my beating heart.
Without warning-- blinding light,
Bring elation into here.
Day is come,
And my heart is burning.
The morning's red,
Inside my head,
Bursting boozed,
From last night's gin.
Hair of the dog goes in,
Burns a bit down.
Without warning-- blinding light,
Bring elation into here.
Day is come,
And my heart is burning.
Show me the light,
I'll turn away,
I'm amidst the night,
That's just how I say,
I'll be alright.
...But don't trust me,
I'm a liar, you see?
Literature
for Mids
your photos told stories
of the adventures you've
had - oh the places you
went!
your poems, more like
rants, had your voice
boom inside my mind,
echoing.
soon after you deleted your account,
I swore I would write to you...
but I never did, not as often as
I would have liked to, anyway.
next time I go out,
I'll take pictures
of flowers and 'scapes,
just for you, my friend.
next time I write a
poem, I will remember
how your words always
were full of volume.
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Some things ease with time, somethings illuminate you mistakes stronger with each day you drift apart.
Time has passed, the wounds are healed, the regret stayed.
I never got the chance to say how sorry I am, or at least not in a sincere way.
I'll get to that, when I find the words to out weight my wrongs.
Thanks for reading everyone, stay tuned, I'll be trying to start posting weekly/daily again.
Lot's of love and hugs to warm you up in these cold days,
Stefan
Time has passed, the wounds are healed, the regret stayed.
I never got the chance to say how sorry I am, or at least not in a sincere way.
I'll get to that, when I find the words to out weight my wrongs.
Thanks for reading everyone, stay tuned, I'll be trying to start posting weekly/daily again.
Lot's of love and hugs to warm you up in these cold days,
Stefan
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Again, another beautiful poem. The words are so emotional, and I love how the highlighted words say together "you mattered and I'm shattered."