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I Give Up

If it's meant to be, then it will be
All I know is that I'm done killing myself over a fantasy

The way last year's nightmare,
Can becomes today's reality,
In the blink of an eye,
All under the same sky;
Thinking about it makes me wish to be high, 
To forget my feelings and the sorrow they cause me, 
Letting them momentarily fade away and die
Thinking about how this is what it has come to, 
Brings forth from me a melancholic sigh

I should try showing my feelings the door,
Out of my heart, so that it isn't shattered further,
From a thousand pieces into a million pieces patterning the floor

From this insane rollercoaster of love,
My heart and mind are already sore,
Being optimistic these days,
Feels like a strenuous chore

I just want to feel as light as a feather
Hopelessly waiting for things to get better
Impatiently waiting for the storm to clear away,
Knowing it will leave my heart impervious as clay
There's nothing more left to do or say,
Other than remember how our end was imminent, clear as day

It isn't a crime to flirt,
But the reaction it will bring will only remind me,
That my feelings are worth nothing more than dirt
That doing so is a pointless effort,
Whose result will only get me hurt

Who would've thought I'd be resaving her contact name?
Who would've thought she'd be doing the same?
Who would've thought my love for her would become a beast I had to tame?
Necessitated by her leaving, as suddenly as she came
Before she did though, I knew I was playing a loosing game 

Damn, this life is crazy
One minute, there's nothing but bliss and magic 
Dwelling in mutual feelings discovered to be platonic,
The next, these feelings are one sided,
At that point, to the owner, they become toxic
I want to say 'there's no such thing as magic'
Preceded by 'If I'm being realistic,'
But; there is, I experienced it firsthand,
And it would be an understatement to simply say it had me ecstatic
It just happened to end, in a way I'd consider tragic 

I remember when it did;
In the flow of my thoughts, there was great traffic,
Millions of thoughts honking at each other,
Crashing either into each other,
Or obstacles of confusion and pain

I remember how it felt as though I was going insane 
Most of my days after that hardly saw the sun,
Just storms of thunder and rain

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Can'T Be a Lover

I found love once, and it came to an end
The conclusion is: I'm better as a close friend
It hurts, I can't even pretend
I'm used to it though; it's become a trend,
A sort of rule that I've accepted I can't bend

I can't be a lover 
I can't be any thing more than a friend or brother 
I tried my hand at one game of love; 'Game Over'
The costly mistake I made was playing harder,
Because it made letting go a thousand times harder 

I can't be a lover
A lesson gained from experience, the best teacher
I deemed it love when it was just exaggerated romance
No wonder it fell apart over the distance 
Everything seemed to happen in an instance 
Thinking about it now; 'Hah, good riddance'

Why did I even bother?
My last relationship has me feeling sober,
Concluding that the only female I should love is my mother, and my sister
Any other gets nothing more than a cold a shoulder 
I might forsake that rule when I'm older,
But for now, I'm a certified player

For the sake of the girl involved, 
I can't afford to be her lover 
I'd just take her on an emotional rollercoaster, 
Put her mental health in danger,
Give her reasons behind crying sessions, 
Followed by hours of being sober
Thereafter, 
She'd ask herself the question of what she chose to enter, 
When she agreed to be my partner,
Because so far, I'm sure it would feel  as though she's a prisoner

That's a summary of why I can't be a lover 
Love is a war, and I'm a retired soldier

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Deserve You

I feel as though I don't deserve you tonight 
Something about the way I lie comfortably in your arms doesn't feel right,
That's why I feel I can't afford to let you out of my sight
I need you, please hold on to me, 
And I beg you, hold on tight

Promise me that when things seem to be taking a turn for the worst, 
You won't abandon me and take flight
I say 'when' because knowing me, 
It's matter of 'It will', not 'It might'
Promise me that against all the mountains we'll face, 
The love we share will always be of a greater height
It's a miracle you haven't run away,
Promise me you never will,
And assure and reassure me you'll stay
Even when the part of me that's as dark as night, 
Becomes clear as day, 
Promise me you'll always remain with me as that one ray,
Of hope, in whose comforting light I can resy and lay

A few, rare times, where I don't feel as unworthy; 
I feel in your arms is where I rightfully belong
A person like me being with an angel like you doesn't feel so wrong
I don't feel as if I'm the wrong note that will prevent you from singing a good love song
I don't feel as though I'm a burden you're condemned to forever drag along

I don't deserve you, I know
But, I can't help but say 'Even though,'
I need you, don't let me go
Your leaving will cause my heart great sorrow
It'll disrupt my heart's beating and blood flow
If you leave me today,
There's no telling whether my heart will live to see tomorrow
My own self will become my greatest foe, 
Knowing it was the reason for your leaving;
My greatest woe

I need you more than I let you believe I do, 
For the fear that you may not do so too
But at the end of the day, I'm kind of see through

Sometimes, as to why you love me, I don't have a single clue 
No matter how many times you tell me otherwise, 
I can't help but believe the fact I don't deserve you is true

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Unstable

I'm left emotionally and mentally unstable
Trying my hardest, but I'm unable,
To somehow disable,
My feelings for you; it's impossible
I wish I could disconnect my heart from my brain; cut that cable,
Easier said than done; it's not really feasible

I tried my best, brought everything to the table,
Love I once thought unbreakable,
Little did I know it's end was inevitable

Not every wound is the kind that bleeds
I should've never depended on you to satisfy my emotional needs 
Doubt, uncertainty, distance; growing in our garden of love like weeds
I was hoping to enjoy the fruit of my sacrifices,
It was hard to sow those seeds 
I was warned but; foolish is the one that hears, but never heeds
My heart is now shattered; nothing but countless pieces of:
Failed wishes
Broken promises 
Fruitless sacrifices

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Fall Asleep, Not In Love

I don't want to fall in love,
I'd much rather fall asleep
It's better than living with the fact that;
Your heart is something I'd be unable to keep
I don't want to sow a lot of sacrificial seeds, 
As long as there exists the possibility where;
From what I've sown, I'd not be able to reap

It's quite easy to steal my heart, 
You could say I'm cheap
It's as a result of this I've got a lot of sad memories, 
In my mind, lays a whole heap
I doubt I'll ever allow myself fall in love again, 
I'm not ready to take that leap
Because my heart can always be stabbed, 
And it's through my mind, the blood will seep

I don't want to fall in love, 
For as long as the possibility of heartbreak exists, 
The hole it may leave might be too deep
I know I'll be tempted to steal a glance at love,
But I won't allow myself the smallest peep
I see love as some slaughter, 
And I refuse to be the condemned sheep

I just want to close my eyes, 
I'm not scared I'll miss too much
If I feel my heart falling again, 
I'll gear down and press that clutch
For my heart is fragile and brittle, 
Highly sensitive to the slightest touch
I won't be fooled nor hurt by love again, 
I don't have the emotional capacity for such

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Loosing Game

I'm addicted to a loosing game 
After my final loss, I never was the same 
I'm at a loss which one of us is to blame
Don't know if my initials are us or my name 
My love for you is a beast that I'm trying to tame 

Don't know how many times I got 'Game Over'
Wouldn't give up, kept playing over and over 
My luck was so bad, couldn't be helped by a lucky clover 
But I know I would've never won even if I played harder
In the toilet; my face so wet, couldn't tell if it was tears or the shower 
I keep wishing I'd kept you closer,
But it wouldn't have stopped you from drifting further 
Me and you was my addiction
Even though at the same time, it was my affliction, 
Knowing that I had to ditch my delusion,
Letting go was an impossible decision

I knew when to stop playing, 
My brain never failed to send a warning, 
But my heart was stubborn, never listening, 
Even when it did, it was never heeding 
On fantasies and false hope, it was feeding, 
Trying to gain strength against the odds in which it was struggling 
All the love it had, it kept on spending, 
On a game in which it loved to believe it was winning, 
Desperation and fear would not allow it accept the fact that it was clearly loosing 
Kept on spending, with nothing replenishing,
At each 'Game Over', two options were given;
'Quit' and 'Keep Playing'
Of course, it was the latter it kept choosing,
Knowing fully well the length of the straws it was desperately clutching, 
Was slowly, but surely, reducing 
The idea of spending so much love initially felt intimidating, 
Alas, here it was, giving so much while barely receiving, 
With each 'Game Over', the pillars of desperation and false hope on which it stood, already crumbling,
Shook with the threat of collapsing,
On and on the cycle of spending continued, 
Until it could finally spend so more, 
The pillars on which it stood finally collapsed,
Leaving it to fall and shatter to a thousand pieces patterning the floor

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Limping Heart Pt 1

I just think about her and my heart's limping 
I don't know when my loving turned to simping
I don't know when expressing my feelings became embarassing 
I told her how much I love her and it had her cringing
My heart got struck, 
That reaction was the lightning
I would pick drugs over overthinking
Because none of it's real, my mind's just wilding 
Most of the time my brain's hallucinating
So many realities clashing, 
The force has my mental health shaking 
The pillar holding my sanity up is crumbling 

Read my text 10 times before sending,
Most of the time I don't even press 'Send', 
Because my mind has me deleting,
Type another one, 
Just to realise it's the same thing I'm repeating
Just an endless cycle of 'Type, Delete, Rewrite'; I must be tripping 

My definition of quantum physics is what she's thinking 
One text from her and it's got me calculating, 
It's got me spending hours speculating, 
Trying to find a hidden meaning, 
In something that probably doesn't mean anything 

Most of the time when I'm rhyming, 
It's my feelings I'm pouring,
Into lines inspired by hours of hurting, 
Into bars from my heart disintegrating,
From the times my eyes were red from flooding,
From the times a pool of pain had me drowning,
From the times I felt suffocated, gasping
From the times breathing became tasking,
From the times I had to doublecheck if his heart was still beating

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Different Not

I thought and hoped ours would be different
I always wished we would last forever, not just for the present 
I always wished for what we shared not to be temporary, but permanent 
I believed you were the one, 
With the way you'd proven to be God-sent
I remember when we used to imagine what it'd be like to share an apartment
To have a family with you, I'd always been impatient

Lack of communication started our relationship's descent
I will never forget when the end of us became imminent;
It was a terrifying moment
I saw it coming from a mile ahead,
But I chose to keep silent

Hurting me; you said was never your intent
In letting me go however, I wish you'd been more lenient

It seemed as though you only had feelings for me when it was convenient
I was at a loss as to why it seemed you wanted to return my heart,
When it was given, not lent 
To be nothing more than friends; that's a crazy adjustment,
When came and basically lived in my mind;
I should've made you pay a rent 

I won't lie, you led me on to an extent 
I won't lie, I foolishly followed, in the name of being patient,
While suffering through feelings of hurt and pain,
That I constantly needed to vent

Now I have to move on my own,
When my biggest fear was being alone 
I'm so tempted to hit up your phone,
And try to fix my mistakes, my excuse being accident prone
And desperately try to claw my way out of the friendzone

You're telling me to move on, I'm telling you; I can't
Even if it possible, I'd still decide I shan't
My heart is heavy, my chest weighed down, 
I feel breathless, I constantly gasp and pant

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Broken Lad

The young lad enjoys no affection,
Zero attention, nothing but total neglection 
His mind often travels back in time to the moment he asked her out after a heartfelt confession,
Considering the state of things, he often wishes it'd just been met with rejection

The young lad once thought love to be perfection,
Now however, he sees love as his greatest affliction
Alone in a room with her, nothing but air sucking tension;
Often leaves the young lad in desperate need of some ventilation

Always killing the young lad, she claims it is anything but her intention
But, it's been nothing but a multitude of lies and endless deception

He has never loved with such passion,
Now the young lad's heart is out of commission
That's a broken lad with a shattered heart 
The love was never mutual from the start 
He once believed it was, but it turned out to be nothing more than an illusion
When the scales finally fell from his eyes, what he now saw was a world shattering realisation
It threw him into a pool of confusion, 
He was unable to make a single decision,
Everything was beyond his comprehension
Floods of tears, screams, all forms of expression,
For emotionally lethal amounts of pain, anger, hurt and frustration

He saw the signs, knew the interpretation
But the young lad was too stubborn, and chose to cling on to his delusion

'You aren't all that, be grateful'; that there is a violation
Toxic queen calls all the shots, no negotiation
Whatever she says stands, no question
She puts him in more than one tough position
Makes an accusation
Jumps to a conclusion
This isn't love, this is oppression
But it seems like he doesn't have an option
The young lad always proceeds with caution

The girl with whom he'd visualized a family
The girl that he showed off to the other lads as his wifey
Same girl has the young lad loosing his grip on his sanity
Same girl has the young lad feeling like nothing but a shell of himself; completely empty
Same girl has the young lad making love an enemy 
Same girl has the young lad feeling so lonely 
Always has the young lad thinking he isn't enough, unworthy

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Titanic

I wasn't good enough anyways, 
I was overly sensitive and dramatic 
Always treating every little complication as though it was tragic
Foolishly ignoring the reality of life in the name of being optimistic, 
Heartbroken whenever the truth was laid out to me by someone realisitic, 
I was even quick to childishly label them pessimistic
 
Often forgetting life isn't a bed of roses nor a pool of magic, 
Often forgetting not every single action between a couple must be romantic, 
I always tended to forget that friendship preceded anything platonic

Rushing into the idea of a relationship faster than Sonic
Harboring and living out ideas that turned feelings from platonic to toxic,
It's no wonder the relationship sunk faster than the Titanic