the scribbles of the world

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[writinglovedown]

If you can’t trust anyone, don’t trust yourself.

[writinglovedown]

She could feel him on her lips, He said he didn't want her anymore, Her world kept spinning, The blur of life never settled after that.

[writinglovedown]

If he comes for me he will come quietly Swiftly and full of remorse I thought I would never deserve in all my lifetimes He has no idea how thankful I am.

[writinglovedown]

Leave me a bottle of wine, And my deepest thoughts, To see my darkest side.

[writinglovedown]

I am always looking for men Who are empty vessels And blank canvases So that I can fill them With everything that I am And create the greatest picture.

[writinglovedown]

I was wrong to think I needed a boy like you To help fix myself. This realisation shows me All I really needed was The strength in myself to change.

[writinglovedown]

If you are the sun Then I am the moon Who disappears at times But always lights your way In the darkest of times.

[writinglovedown]

She still felt him Deep in her bones His sweet taste On her lips And his scent Wafting in the air.

[writinglovedown]

It's funny that I didn't even see your face Just a bag of your things in front of me And I completely broke down from it Memories are the hardest thing to let go of.

[writinglovedown]

I can't tell what hurt me more The words you said when you loved me Or the words you said when you left me But they both left the same bruises.

[writinglovedown]

I have wasted so many trees Writing my stories of love for you And wasted a thousand more Scribbling out my hate for you Mother nature hates me for it.

[writinglovedown]

She still waited for him After all this time The harsh words And lies that came She still waited for him.

[writinglovedown]

I wish that when I finally met my soulmate something would happen, Our eyes would change colours when we looked at each other, Or our hearts would glow in time like they were beating together, At least that way I wouldn't have to deal with the same heartbreak, Over and over and over and over and over and over again.

[writinglovedown]

I am too busy loving you Instead of hating you To give up.

[writinglovedown]

Should you love a boy who does not click, Cry. Scream. Hate. Breath It will take time, you will heal with time.

[writinglovedown]

They say you should be thankful for your second love. They see that your heart is broken into a hundred and fifty two pieces. Hidden behind walls that are taller then even Mount Everest. Your feelings are locked in the deepest and darkest dungeon. And that any hope you had left couldn’t shine bright enough to lead a ship home. Yet when they smile at you, your hope and glimmers and sparkles. The sweet nothings they whisper to you is the key to unlock your feelings. Their patience and understanding helps to climb those walls. So that their love can be the glue that puts a hundred and fifty two pieces together and again. They say you should be thankful for your second love because they showed you to love again.

[writinglovedown]

He talks about death quite often.

As leaves change from green, to orange and red and brown. And fall                     fall     fall. Down to the ground to slowly rot away. He wishes that his body will soon do the same.

Trees go from plentiful to skeletons of brown branches. They reach                and reach                            and reach out. To the sky above while roots reach down to fire. He wonders “Will I go to heaven, will I go to hell?” Death talks to him quite often.