Dusty

He Loved me for a little while before he decided he was done with me

He set me aside like an old book on a bookshelf wishing its spine wasn't so dusty

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Thrill

My mind wanders to the many different eyes it would have been
And snap on one that very much should have happened.

But i keep my eyes closed and my mouth open.
Don't think so much i reprimand myself,

You'll destroy yourself in the process
But i really cant help it. 

I wonder as my thoughts think about the what ifs and should haves if they really did happen.
But maybe i'm a dreamer and i chose the wrong answer.

And i'll never know what would have happened if only i'd kissed him.
I should have kissed him..

I wish i was more reckless and yet said no when i wanted,
I've tried to rewind the clock but only have managed to pause it.

I'm stuck on the thought of the thrill of a different life
Or maybe just the idea that revolves around it.

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Questions

 -There are so many things I never realized I wanted-

-Like traveling the world so I might not be forgotten -

-Time keeps me in its grasp
it's freedom being flaunted-

-If only there was a way that this life could be confronted-

-A coffee mug in hand and a notebook in the other, my view of things would still be distorted-

-Even if I had all the time in the world
so many questions would be left unresponded-

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Better Than

In the moment of silence between a butterflies wings in motion 

In the space between the seconds that we don't speak of

Maybe there is something much better then this broken love 

We all hate change even though we know there might be things better above

 
Fear is the one holding you and somehow that is better than being free and yet alone

M.a.a

Unbreakable

You asked if I was unbreakable,
Because of all the tears you'd never seen me cry.
But you'll never understand how wrong those words were until tonight.
The twisted shadows that hid what truly held me.

Maybe you should have asked why you never had seen me cry.
Maybe you would have seen the broken glass that had cut me.
Maybe you would have seen the demons fingerprints left on my neck choking.
Maybe you would have lit the dying fire in my eyes,
and instead ask how long I'd been broken.

M.A.A

Caution

i have caution tape on the end of my fingertips. i have a crown of roses tangled in my hair. i love you is laced through my lips. a cloth tries to cover all my skin but my brokenness has spilled everywhere. glass is shredded into my hips and my tounge has forgotten how to share. the tape reads caution don't touch her for she is only pieces and bits.

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Isn't It

I'm being pulled in two diffrent directions
And I shouldn't

Four eyes keep haunting me and I told myself to divide them
But I couldn't

I thought they would change
But they haven't

So it's up to me and I assumed the answer would show It's self
But it wouldn't

It's just lovely to be chosen
Itsn' t it..

M.A.A