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Leah

oh love, don't you know?

the beautiful words you say

weren't made for awful people like me,

because

I'm definitely not your cup of tea

but your 7th shot of vodka

and the neon lights

illuminating the nightclub of your life

where you get wasted

just like your best, young years

counting milligrams and money.

every day, you left my house

with makeup like a black eye

from the dirty, rough and too-good sex

we had

every night in my dark bedroom

hidden from the world in my bed

in my arms, self-destruction at its peak.

because you're an angel and I'm ash

smudged on your pure-white wings

and innocent, wide brown eyes

that turn honey in the sunlight

averting my dirty blue gaze.

I'm a cloud of smoke at 3 am

and you're the morning light on a warm Saturday

illuminating the world with the glow of your beauty

because

you're gold and I'm coal.

I'm not too far from being a diamond

but the pressure crushed me

before it could polish my heavy, dirty heart

that if you'd happen to touch

your hands would be clad in black,

a filth that no holy water

or bleach can wash off of you.

I loved you in the same way there's war in the world;

destructive and never-ending;

a passion that burns like a wildfire

and one

that can't be put out, because even now that it's over;

everything that's ever been between us

still haunts me and will do to my grave

and beyond that, until I'm just a memory away

well put away in the back of your mind

on a shelf you can't reach, not without help

and by help I mean myself

reminding you of what was and what could've been.

oh, lover girl, look at us now!

you're having fun with your friends at the bar

while I'm hiding, waiting in a bathroom stall

for you

for a quick, dirty makeout

in an even dirtier place

though not dirtier then our minds

flooded with lust and pure passion

for each other, closing out the world

and only knowing one thing: each other

as we get lost in the other's body

lips and hips and below the belt.

because I know I'll never believe in anything again

in nothing that isn't you or something about you

because

nothing makes sense since you've been gone

not the nighttime sky without the fireworks

that I confessed to you under on the 4th of July

not the morning sunlight flooding my room

that woke us up every morning that summer

not the words I write in this song about you

that nobody will ever sing without you.

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what's meant for you will always feel natural, calm and clear, not forced, chaotic and confusing.

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Candles, by Grain Woods

They have many scents,

Each one unique.

Some sweet,

Some bitter.

Some last a short time,

Others seem to last forever.

They may be all different,

But they all have one thing in common.

The smoke when you put them out.

The memory of all the candles.

It's the same with friends.

Some are nice,

Some are mean.

Some stay shortly,

Others seem to never leave.

They may be all different,

But they all have one thing in common.

The smoke when you put them out.

The memory of all the friends.

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Be perfect, by Grain Woods

I try,

I lie,

I pretend,

I'm fine,

I'm okay,

I'm happy,

Nothing's wrong,

Nothing's bad,

Nothing's hurting,

I can be nice,

I can be good,

I can be perfect.

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Callosity, by Grain Woods

Surrounded by happiness,

Yet I don't understand it.

Surrounded by sadness,

Yet I don't contain it.

Surrounded by anger,

Yet I don't express it.

Surrounded by many emotions,

Yet I don't reciprocate one.

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"God is dead and we killed them"

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Crying alone, by Grain Woods

Rushing emotions,

Everything feeling like it's crushing you

Flooding tears,

Everything pouring out till there's none left

Adamant pleading,

Everything spilling out with a want for help

Constant numbness,

Everything being nothing around you

Pitiful confusion,

Everything feeling like a lie except you're patheticness

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Drown, by Vincent Allen Vicente-Manuel

Swim away with me deep down under

to a place where all my thoughts gather

A ruthless torrent of pain and anger

A trench of sorrows and endless hunger

The eternal pit of restless slumber

Of broken songs in deep dark water

Where pain stops when fear take-over

Drown with me in this heedless stupor

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TW! SH, blood, knives, blades, su1s1de

Poem By Neyri Castaneda

I had this poem saved since 2016.

Still hold true to my feelings even today

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After being hopeless for so long, hope almost feel unreal

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“To love a person is to see all of their magic, and to remind them of it when they have forgotten.”

— Unknown

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Questioning life, by Grain Woods

Life,

What is it,

How do we know we're really living.

How do we know we're not fake,

How do we know we're not lying,

How do we know we're not pretending.

What if it's all just a lie,

How do we know we're living our fullest,

Being who we're meant to be.

How do we know people love the real us,

How do we know people aren't lying to us

How do we know people care about us.

In the end nothing matters,

No one will remember us,

Eventually we'll all fade away and die out.

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“There’s really no shortcut to forgetting someone. You just have to endure missing them everyday until you don’t anymore.”

— Unknown