We push and pull and nothing ever seems like enough, we see stars in each others eyes and pull them out because we don't want the other to shine brighter. But we are both left dirty and unwanted; or at least I was. Maybe the stars in your eyes had been decoys and the only thing I grabbed was your soul {cause, baby, you never stopped reaching for the clouds}.
We use to starve for each others lies, and those days are overdue like sour milk. I'm the girl who likes to braid her hair in odd ways; and you were the girl that use to believe that I wasn't a mistake. We clung to each other because we both needed someone, but you stopped needing me and I lost my support and fell into the open grave{your disappearing act was pure magic, baby}.
I'm left remembering smiles and hugs and long nights talking about nothing, something, and everything all in one hour. Eating chili with just a Christmas tree in the living room and the tables we have put together; laying or sitting in the dark and just being there. Because we use to know each other so well, and now I feel as if I've been torn into pieces{because you never stopped believing your lies, did you baby?}
Author notes
My best friend. Haha. I really don't know what to say...
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A contest entry
- Ever Time I Wind Up Back At Your Door by AllYoullNeverHave.
700 points, ended July 17, 23 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Constructive critisizm please. I can't afford anything else; I'm too poor. ;)
Comments
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Wow. This is a very interesting take on it. I didn't expect anyone to interpret it as a friendship thing. But I like it. It's different. Thanks for entering and best of luck!
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Thank-you very much.
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The way you combine real memories with pretty phrases and poetic language makes me smile. This piece shows a side of desperation, a sense of 'If I'm hurting- why isn't she?' Which isn't fair. Truly.
<3 Good luck
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