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Here Is To Past Lovers
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L.O.V.E The Lie
There was something about you,
Black hair swinging and laughter
that just promised pain and joy,
And I’ve never been one,
To listen to warnings.
I felt so safe in your arms,
The way you fit under my chin,
The way you understood me,
Your hand fit perfectly in mine,
Small and making my knees weak.
The way you liked to kiss other people,
In locker rooms with my best friend,
With exes that kissed harder,
The way you begged me to stay,
Because no one treated you better.
There was something forbidden,
Something that made me feel,
When all I wanted to do was die,
Isn’t that how all stories go,
When we convinced ourselves of love?
Lovely write so full of
Lovely write so full of daring and shoulds and shouldn'ts: yes love all is confusion but so clear, what a lovely gamble you have written for the reader of your poem here.
http://www.postpoems.org/authours/a.griffiths57
Thank you a lot! It was a
Thank you a lot! It was a wild ride for sure both the experience nd writing this. Thank you, again, for reading and commenting.
Love,
LovingLovelace
If your mirror doesn't find you one of the most beautiful people it has ever seen, punch it and find a better mirror.
Someday, will this be me?
Someday, will this be me?
~~We can fade away together one dream at a time.~~
Your poem would be a lot
Your poem would be a lot happier. Despite what you think, you weren't a complete bitch unlike the person this is dedicated to. You were wonderful, we just didn't work.
Seriously, you are still amazing.
Love,
LovingLovelace
If your mirror doesn't find you one of the most beautiful people it has ever seen, punch it and find a better mirror.