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i lay in my bed and stare at the walls,

wishing I had at least one missed call,

from u.

hope that ur happier without me now,

wait no i don't.

i write poems about u and hope that ull read them,

but i hide them on Tumblr so u won't see em.

see how pathetic I am, when uve already moved on.

my heart aches now that ur gone, i guess my heart was your little pawn.

made u a mixtape, and told u all of my secrets, and now that uve left, I still can't believe it.

trusted u w every ounce of my soul, but somehow u still managed to let go.

maybe i should let go too, but not of u, but of myself

bc like u said; im toxic

#sadgirl #heartbreak #spilled poetry #get over it #flowers #poems on tumblr #art #lost love #lostsoul #Spotify

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i fucking miss you.

i really hate that you're no longer mine

and truthfully i don't care if I look pathetic,

you were the stars in my eyes

the sun of my sky,

and I miss you with every breath i take.

come back to me and i promise ill be better,

for you,

for us.

#spilled poetry #visualization #lovers #i miss her #never let you go #always love you #poetry #lovestruck #heartbreak

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“I am too young and I’ve loved you too much.”

— Fyodor Dostoyevsky

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“You deserve good things, and I want to be one of them.”

— Ellen Hopkins

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“And suddenly you know: It’s time to start something new and trust the magic of beginnings.”

— Meister Eckhart

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#spilled poetry #poeticjustice

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paradox

you’re a paradox genuinely loving genuinely hating

you’re a paradox i love you i hate you

you’re a paradox genuinely dreaming genuinely waking

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i wish to fall like glitter - beautifully, exquisitely - a demise as graceful as a shooting star. i want the world transfixed by my collapse, the type of end that you appreciate, the kind of end that makes an ending easy to witness and easy to exist beyond. instead i feel myself decay; this end is unsightly and gruesome and though i am still as delicate as cascading glitter, i find my decline more similar to that of a faulty plane plummeting towards an earth that can only anticipate disaster.

- "falling glitter"

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We are constantly torn between the nostalgia for familiarity and the longing for something foreign or strange. Most often than not, the places that we feel homesick for exist nowhere but in our heads