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Love is not enough

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When nothing you do is right
And everything you say is wrong
Life seems to be getting tough
And you just don't get along
When you argue almost every night
And you feel that you’re already hung
The edges seem too rough
Because love is not enough

A smile starts a false hope day
For a while everything’s okay
But it only lasts for a while
Because the cracks break through that smile
You h...

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breakupsheart breakLovepainsorrow

Ghost

His trace inhabits every fraction of my mind, lingering like a thousand dollar perfume, lurking quietly in the shadow of anticipations.

What would i sing, if he's every song? 

What would i speak, if he's my language?

What would i dream, if he's my only imagination?

Now that he ghosts and I am on my knees, I've been counting days in the loudest silence, wishing upon the heavy rain to cl...

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breakupsghostleavinglove

Noughts and Crosses

I'm finding

(quite often nowadays) 

that I'm slowly running out of words to describe how you left me

like a blackhole, in both good ways and bad 

it sucks in all that was good and rips those memories from me 

but takes away all that I hated 

 

I have so much I want to say 

and so much I hold back on 

too stubborn 

to admit what I wish I could 

 

I wonder how you...

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breakupsloveteenage

I was an addict

When you met me, I was an addict, and you were too.
We were addicts together.
We used each other, because that's what addicts do.
Our foundation was made of sex, drugs, and booze. No wonder it couldn't hold us.

When we ran together I was an addict, and you were too.
Each time I saw you was exciting, glamorous, taboo.
Never underestimate the value of a good running buddy.

When you told m...

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addictaddictionbreakupsgoodbyelove

Black Lines

black lines under her eyes

tear stained pillow by the end of the night

and the smell of his cologne

lingering in the air for only a fraction of a second longer

she waits 

painfully

for the day that she can let go and run

out of the dark mass some call heartbreak

when she can faithfully proclaim

that she will start the next day

and end it with a dry pillow in sight

...

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