My Story For You

Feel free to hit me up Anytime ❤️. Mostly stuff that I find relatable, with some romance to spice things up.

[classy-existence]

I miss the time i used to be so scared of death,

Now i think about it daily like it's my second friend

Hearing Second would sound hopeful, to think i have one

But the first's just a lonely Thought that i would like to shun

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You're sweeter than the first sip of my caramelized frappe,

Till the scent of the roses post a rainstorm,

Or the fragrance of mine that you so fancy persisting from my shampoo on my hair,

You're sweeter than any bite of a chocolate I'd blissfully eat,

Somehow you're also sweeter than all the adorable gestures you've made, even though you are what they consist of,

Cause yes you're sweeter than all of your own doings,

What's even the sweetness of my solitude so mentioned and famed compared to someone who alone is sweeter than all of their own.

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In a room full of people I keep on missing him.

When I'm enjoying to the fullest i imagine the change in my scenery if he was there with me.

When he genuinely smiles at something i wish he looked at himself through my eyes, because the way his eyes crinkle, and get a little smaller, it's just so beautiful, because it is rare.

Whenever he talks about death I wish i could save him, even if that means being a hypocrite to myself, atleast something would or could be better for him.

When he acts the way i act, the way he puts up walls around him, it surprises me how they're made of the same material as me. Meaning i know how to perfectly enter those, because i was also the one who put years into building it up.

It scares me because of way we are alike, it is amazing but oh so damaging, because we both love the extremes.

And we both love to love. Yet so afraid.

I may fall for him in a way that's different because in him i see the way damage occurs in myself through other's eyes.

The damage you know hurts, the damage others would want to stop, but the same damage others would never know how to, because to stop we'd have to listen.

But all we could listen to is the constant buzzing of our minds because they never rest.

To be hurt, makes you beautiful, in my eyes.

To be alike, makes you dangerous, in my eyes.

Because even though you could love me in the most delicate way I'd ever imagined,

You would also be able to hurt me in the worst way possible.

Because he knows what we're made of,

To know,

Would kill.

But for him I am ready to be hurt, because before that i would be able to experience a high i see in movies.

And now i think, i could easily fall for him if he ever let me.

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The thing is i can't see it. I can't see a person be so fucked up. So damn fucked up. Lie straight to others faces, do it every fucking day and then go cry about being the bloody victim? Of being the righteous one? God how the fuck. Where is the conscious of such people? Why are people so so damn messed up in their minds that even after destroying someone mentally after feeding them with just lies, they go and act like they are the one hurting because the other person has stopped BELIEVING their lies?

How. How can a person be so vile. So disgusting. So pathetic.

And why. WHY are there so many people like you around! Why can't there be someone close to you and for a change not be lying to you?

Why is telling truths not acceptable for them?

How is making someone believe in a person that never even existed so easy for some? HOW do they have it in their hearts to play with someone's mind in such a cruel way? Making someone believe in something that they created merely for 'fun'.

And how even in the world after doing all this they call themselves LOYAL to their closed ones?

Has sanity left them? Why isn't karma doing it's job? Why are they so blind to their doings? And how are people even believing them? Why do they make up fake illness for sympathy? Is toying with someone's feeling a game for them? So that whenever someone is close to finding the truth, they can misguide them by saying they have some chronic illness? So they we take pity and don't call them out on their fucking lies?

Sickening. That's the feeling i get when i think of these liars.

Helplessness. The feeling i get when i know i can't do anything about them.

Angry. Because i let myself be fooled this time again.

And most of all, lost. Because there isn't really anything to look forward to. People will keep lying and hurting others just because they can.

We just have to make peace with it.

Thank you.

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Along the way, you'll never forget those who like a matchstick, had a connection with you so instant, so shortlived, that even though you wish it lasted long, a moment was all it had.

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[classy-existence]

Love, (don't) try healing without closure.

Bracket to be ignored only when remembering doesn't hurt.

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They'd say Don't Change for others I don't like those who do;

But,

They'd still leave saying you're not who I thought you were, even when you're still the same.

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I hope you find someone who makes you think they'd stay, and I hope for you that isn't just a thought.

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Please don't come one day, pretending you never left.

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I still get tingles when I think of you,

But damn,

I still feel lonely when I'm with you.

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Two broken souls will meet,

Both with the will to heal,

Bond as strong as a single thread,

Time a player, with the most regret.

Wishing the feel of a pure, the Swayed one will leave this hole.

Left alone, yet again,

The broken one will start again.

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I don't know what's more you, those few little warning droplets before the thunderstorm or the destruction you could leave in your wake.

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How am I supposed to find happiness in small things if you say they shouldn't bother me?

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Let's not pretend that you care, and let's not pretend that I don't.

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If this were a fairy tale, I'd rather be broke than broken.

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The hard part isn't dealing with the pain,

It isn't reliving the heartbreak,

It isn't remembering the memories,

It is pretending that it wasn't the moment that broke you.