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Cry baby cry

Cracks in the heart unhealed from the break before.
Pleading for any form of affection.
Craving to be desired by you once again. Feeling sick in my mind so unhealthy.
Truely sorry for coming accross as argumentative, just wanting to express what was killing me that you couldn't see.
I'm pushing you away and I'm scared because I'm trying so hard not to. I'm unintentionally destroying us and I know I'm to blame.
I don't blame you for wanting to run but I just want to hold you a little longer. I want to open my self to you but I'm so ing scared. To be vulnerable again.
I'm dying inside and no one sees it, they see the grumpy, angry side of the sadness that protects not only me but everyone, because when I cry people run, stop crying, why do you cry so much.
All I want to say is I destroy everything I come in contact with. I'm so ing busted that I don't know if I can truely ever be fixed. Since as long as I can remember everyone said she cries to much.
Maybe it's cause I love to much. Maybe it's because I care so ing much that I will allow myself to hurt so that I can show you how I want to feel loved.
I will exhaust myself for those of you I love even if it means I lay in bed and cry at night asking myself why I can't feel.that back. Maybe they do. Maybe I'm just not reachable. Maybe I'm ment to be alone in a place where it's only me and my thoughts and the silence that fills the room. Because that's all it's ever been for me thoughts, and silence. Because when the talking ends I'm back to questioning myself. Questioning if I'm worth any amount of anyone's effort. I just want to know why I was created to just ing hurt and cry. Someone please tell me why. Please.

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borderline

borderline 
border of the line
is it left or right
forwards or backwards
should i stay should you go
is it me is it you or is it us?
maybe its noting
maybe im going to hurt you 
before you can hurt me 
should i go?
no you should stay.
go away
no stay i need you
your my solitude but your going to hurt me just go.
please stay for a while longer everyone else left without staying a little longer it will get better i love you, i love you and the borderline
at the border of the line

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looked up to you

i once looked up to you
a child only seees things through
inocent eyes
i looked up to you even afer what you did to the woman i was a reflection of
i looked up to you even after the bars closed where youd rest your head
i looked up to you when for some reason i had to walk past you pretending i didnt know you
I looked up to you even when youd pass me that joint
i looked up to you even when i would through up from the bottle you passed me and told me to have fun
but i stopped looking up to you when the white line you so graciously passed me filled my nose 
and the pipe would pass from you to your friend who caressed my breast and you didnt flinch
i stopped looking up to you when your knees whould hit the ground so you could find that invisible rock that Definitely did not hit the ground 
i stopped looking up to you when my life was no longer existing to you and i had to care for my sister.
you turned on me when i fought so hard to never turn on you.
i stopped looking up to you when you became a grandpa and we were sent out in the cold because the rock on the ground gave you more love then you wanted

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over stimulated sound waves

dancing like a over stimulated soundwave
the thoughts drowning my existance
i see youu but cant conversate 
i may say something to push you away
its okay you say tell me what your thinking.
the words come out like an un tuned bass that shreds your ear drums
and i shut down going back to the over stimulated soundwaves 
that will finish this night.

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In your head

Is she dancing in your head like stars that twinkle in your eyes
Making false memories of a once short time
I question are you thinking of her while you stare into my eyes.
Do you wish I was her lying next to you.
Is her unpredictability enticing to you? 
Does her persistence draw you closer to her.
Or is this all dancing in my head and she's not a thought any more.

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Becoming

Looking into his eyes she could see that, she didn't drive his desires anymore. The touch she felt was as cold and lonley as the the door closing behind the one night stands she watched walk away many times before.

He used to be in love with her, every chance he had he wanted to be with her, now he yerns for something else that she no longer satisfies in him.
Maybe it was her insecurities, created at no fault of her own, but just as she was about to heal, another blow to the ache she thought was just about over.
Loveing her seems hard, every one walks away and leaves her to pick up the pieces of her heart she gave to them.

I thought he was different jaded like me. Both hurt by the world and wanting love. I have so much love to give him yet he seems scared to take it in.

He has a need that I can't fulfill so he turns to the easy distance of the perfecly imperfect women spread out on the screen, fuleing his fantasys as hours go by switching between tabs, he thinks I don't know but I can see the hunger in his eyes and the racing of his heart as the screen shows what his dick is throbbing for. When he sees me looking at him he says I love you, but the tone says it all.

Expressing to him the hurt I feel has become difficult. I question if it's even worth it anymore, as it continues but now even more secretive. What other secrets lie behind the screen? Searches of his fantasys show no resemblance to what I bestow, maybe I'm a rest stop, from the world that treated him so cruel.

Still I crave him, like he craves his fantasies. I crave his lips and tongue between my thighs. His desire to be for me. His eyes to undress me like they once did. Maybe he's become bored with the same adventure, the enticement gone. Thoughts run through my head as we have sex. As his eyes are looking through me, withdrawn. Which fantasy is fuleing him to give me the satisfaction he thinks I'm needing to keep be hushed for tonight

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Oddly cold

Surrounded by people, ones I love 
Fake smile hides the oddly cold feeling hidden beneath this shell. 
You have a beautiful face, I like to look at it. What I don't hear, 
Your have a beautiful soul, your love is like no other. 
Accountability is hard for people to accept, I struggle with it too, but I'm sick of being the one to say sorry when the back hand remarks seap through my brain, like cigarette smoke in clothing. 
Mockingbird is what I should call you, but a mocking bird doesn't mock out of spite, so I'll call you intruder. Attacking who I am, questioning if I don't mock you or laugh what should I do? Maybe try to understand, understand that these very things are what make me, me! That I have found peace in, these very things you mock have made me not question my existence, my self doubt. 
But yet here we are laying next to one another. After hours of no talking, then some yelling, silence again, but let us pretend everything is okay. Pretending only lasts so long until someone finds the connection they've been yearning for. Utill someone starts th fire with a spark that ones been fighting to light but the other hides behind past trauma and is to scared to get help. 
I who has been trying to light the fire will feel the warmth and you will feel oddly cold with a fake smile, but no beautiful face to be seen.

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Desire

I had a dream last night. 
I drempt that the images you desired, 
thought about, lust for, was what I could never be.
The infatuation in the lack of love, and the thought of you pleasing yourself at the sight of a woman whom I will never be. 
I watched you as your puples dilated, and your heart rate increased.
As i watched the lust in your eyes, and the thrill in your heart, 
I felt the tears fill my eyes, and the break in my heart, as you watched your desires, I felt mine falling apart. 
our desires seem much different as im searching your eyes, for any form of guilt, or betrayal hiding inside. 
what i was looking for, was not seen, as you focus deep on whats happening on the screen. 
Their bodies with smooth curves, breasts much more supple then mine, flawless expectations is what you desire inside. 
as your needs are near met. mine just begin,  just wishing youd touch me, the way your eyes had just been. 
what you dont know is how much i desire your touch, not only the way you want to too the women you see, but my heart and my soul want to feel what they just seen. but it hasn't be a thought that has crossed your mind, looking in hindsight thats not your desire inside, for i am not them, and your not fully mine

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Just one more

Surrounded by people, ones I love 
Fake smile hides the oddly cold feeling hidden beneath this shell. 
You have a beautiful face, I like to look at it. What I don't hear, 
Your have a beautiful soul, your love is like no other. 
Accountability is hard for people to accept, I struggle with it too, but I'm sick of being the one to say sorry when the back hand remarks seap through my brain, like cigarette smoke in clothing. 
Mockingbird is what I should call you, but a mocking bird doesn't mock out of spite, so I'll call you intruder. Attacking who I am, questioning if I don't mock you or laugh what should I do? Maybe try to understand, understand that these very things are what make me, me! That I have found peace in, these very things you mock have made me not question my existence, my self doubt. 
But yet here we are laying next to one another. After hours of no talking, then some yelling, silence again, but let us pretend everything is okay. Pretending only lasts so long until someone finds the connection they've been yearning for. Utill someone starts th fire with a spark that ones been fighting to light but the other hides behind past trauma and is to scared to get help. 
I who has been trying to light the fire will feel the warmth and you will feel oddly cold with a fake smile, but no beautiful face to be seen.

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Veil

Hidden behind the smiling eyes
A veil of tears waiting,
Waiting to be heard.
Screams crying out from the years before. 
spinning out of control what can I say,
The alcohol takes the pain away, 
ohh and the lines of powder trailed about the counter.
She's so fun they say, if only everyone was as happy as her.
I smile, thought of if only you knew I'm slowly saying good bye.