Coffee_Toffee

Heya! Just wiriting small poems, stories, and whatever I want, for practie and fun

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Change

There are several things I read and forget, but the one thing I haven't forgotten is reading; you change everything in an attempt to make yourself feel better. Change what you hate about yourself, but after you have changed everything, what are you going to hate about yourself next? And that stuck with me. 

There are many things I dislike about myself, which I attempt to fix, but if I change everything, will I find something else I dislike about myself?

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Crosswords

I am standing at the crossroads of time. 

I’m wondering, pondering, and thinking 

How long till I forget you? 

Till I forget the feel of your skin, your touch, your voice 

Because everyone says, time heals all wounds 

So I’m wondering when that applies to you. 

Time heals all wounds, according to all the poets and people.

How much time is it really going to take though?

When does your name become an echo in the wind 

When do you fade away from my mind, like a breeze 

Will I always remember you 

Sadly, there's a part of me that would like to remember you 

Because I’m afraid to completely forget you, forget everything 

If I forget do you leave forever, do I remember the good or the bad 

The questions are so unknown and I’m still at the crossroads wondering

When do you fade completely? 

Or at least till I am able to  say your name and it fades away in the breeze and doesn't warm my heart  

When will you become a memory in my past at least? 

I’m wishy-washy I know 

But I'll settle on just remembering you 

I’ll be at the crossword smiling

Waiting for your name to fade into the wind.

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Villain vs Hero vs Love

Everyone knows the villain would burn the world for you, while the hero traded you the world.

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Wasn't it tragic that the hero traded you? while the villain purged himself for you and begged forgiveness for his sins, the most serious of which he confessed to was allowing the hero to live for the crime he committed against your heart. 

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Crack

The cracks in the family portrait shouldn't be painted over with the tears and sacrifice of another. 

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Dreams

You were a dream that never lasted more than 5 minutes 

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Drugs

You were a drug that hard-wired my brain, into thinking I was safe 

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Crave

I needed you and you needed her, and then I understood I wasn't your second or first choice; I wasn't even a choice until you were completely alone and craved the attention I used to offer you. 

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The poison you gave me

You made it so hard for me to breathe that when I did, it tasted like poison, sickening my lungs and body into believing you were clean and rescuing me. 

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Alone

I've never experienced being alone with others, yet with you, I've never felt so open and alone at the same time. You savored my fear and grasped at it until I was completely exposed and sculpted into who you required rather than who I was. 

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Love and Fear

I was terrified of loving you—not because I was terrified of love, but because I was terrified of the silence in your eyes and heart. We weren't lovers; instead, we were broken and wounded.

 In spite of this, I fell in love with you and hoped for a different reaction, but it never came.  You did nothing but observe as I continued to pick up the pieces and force them to fit together until blood began to trickle down my hands and open all of my scars.

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Coffee

You were a twisted cup of coffee, dark and strong, and your flavor left me scarred and scorched. 

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Chaos

I flourish in the chaos and that's all because of you. 

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What is Love?

What's love? Is it the sinking feeling of regret or the will to keep going? What's love and why do some have it and others don't? Are we, not entities capable of feelings or broken to the point love is futile? And yet each passing second I see you, you restore my hope and balance. If you asked me to set the world ablaze my dear I would, and I wouldn't stop till I see your loving gaze. Each moment I watch your eyes and I see the glow of a thousand loves and I wish for them all to be mine. 

I'm not no Moumand darwish but I would write a thousand poems and more to gaze upon your beauty and soul, I would cascade you in gifts and approval and get down on my knees for you to receive your blessing each passing day. 

If you asked me to kiss you upon your lips, I shall savor the moment, not as an angel kissed me or like our final kiss but rather savor the love of someone who's tasted the sweet nectar of pain and came out kinder. I would cherish our love like it was a flower and not treat every day like it's our last because I wish for more time. But rather I hope that this is my every day, and hope you will see me the way I see you.

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Twisted Love

You once claimed to have tasted death itself, delighting in agony and defeat, but when did my anguish and failure become your twisted delight?

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She once called me a fool, and I grinned back, saying that only fools fell in love, and sweetheart, you completely captivated me to the point where I was a fool.

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It's tragic that the Sun dies each night for the moon, and every day I feel like I'm dying to love you

And every day you shine brighter while I still feel like I'm dying. Like your savoring my defeat waiting to completely dim me.