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There’s a headache pounding against my weary brain that all the Tylenol in the world could never cure. I need answers to all of these spit and shout lies that form behind your lips and fly out of your mouth. I expect happiness and I earn sadness. Do I define failure? Give me perfection. Let me feast on it for only a day. I’ll lick it clean and give back the bones. We are only a disaster, love. Nothing more.
How does one wreck save another?
Welcome
To my
Personal
Car Crash.
I pictured me living my life as if we had never met the other day, and it made me tremble. I hate the way that I always think too much about things, and how I can’t quit caring. I’m just a mess that no one takes the time to clean. You’re just a vampire who lured me in with his words just to get a bite of my heart. I hate how everything always relates back to us. I try writing about happy shit, and I can’t. If with every smile comes a frown, why don’t I just glue a glare onto my face? I’ll be one step ahead this time, and twenty steps behind sanity.
Give me a sentence that isn’t pieced together, and covered with sugar coated lies. I want something real. You tell me that you love me, but is this what love is? I am constantly ripping out my heart and thrusting it back in my chest. I do want a miracle, and I know that it’s impossible. With you, I’m a disaster. Without you I define disaster. Tell me that you hate me. Step on me some more. I’m too weak to bite your ankles. And I really do love you.
I’ve come to realize that I really am that person that I never wanted to be. I’m falling apart, replaying our moments over and over again like a broken record, and I’m a mess. Tell me there is more to this. Drug and love both contain four letters, but which is more important? I’m in love with a liar. Help me. Help me hate him. No matter what I’ll still see his photograph within my heart. No matter what I'll hold onto it.
Addiction is a funny word, isn’t it? Everyone has their flaws, I believe that. Everyone makes mistakes. Everyone lies. Everyone can put on a mask and smile. I guess I just expected so much more from you. So rip off your gorgeous. I’m tired of seeing a fraud. I see one everyday in the mirror; I won’t see one in you too. You’re my heart attack, my downfall. Spare the medicine. Spare me your words. You gave me the gift of love. Take back this curse. I don’t need a fairy tale. I don't need a Romeo. I only need you, and that is too much to ask.
Author notes
This is the sequel to one of my Previous poems, DreamCatcher.
I've been going through a tough time recently, and I've forgotton how to trust a lot of people. This poem is about someone really close to me who has told me that he is a drug addict. He wants me to help him, but I don't think I can.
Some say that a liar is always a liar. He told me that he was clean before, and he lied. I know that I need to help him, because he needs help... but I don't think that I am the one to help him.
I had to be the kid that falls for the liar.
Lucky Me.
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- It's So Cliche by Pisces Pieces.
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This was beautiful, sheer genius. I loved the third stanza, it was so heart felt and sincere. I could feel the pain in this poem, and it really tugged at my heartstrings. I wouldn't change anything, the formatting is beautiful and the rhythm and form are impeccable. I think people could relate to this, having their heart ripped out and then thrust back together, only to have it ripped apart yet again. Simply beautiful.
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I really enjoyed this..it is raw and real, and so honest...like reading a journal entry. I was able to relate to your words, and your feelings. Frustration and hurt are the worst things...
A fantastic piece of prose!
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I pictured me living my life as if we had never met the other day, and it made me tremble. I hate the way that I always think too much about things, and how I can’t quit caring. I’m just a mess that no one takes the time to clean. You’re just a vampire who lured me in with his words just to get a bite of my heart. I hate how everything always relates back to us. I try writing about happy shit, and I can’t. If with every smile comes a frown, why don’t I just glue a glare onto my face? I’ll be one step ahead this time, and twenty steps behind sanity.
Give me a sentence that isn’t pieced together, and covered with sugar coated lies. I want something real. You tell me that you love me, but is this what love is? I am constantly ripping out my heart and thrusting it back in my chest. I do want a miracle, and I know that it’s impossible. With you, I’m a disaster. Without you I define disaster. Tell me that you hate me. Step on me some more. I’m too weak to bite your ankles. And I really do love you.
I dont even have the rights words to describe to you how this made me feel. And the title was three times amazing.
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not real big on prose, but this was a gavel pounding incessantly upon the fibers of existence
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I liked this! It was good and I liked the raw emotion you wrote into this. I found some really good imagery and some that was okay, but I really liked the message. I'm going to say yes, because I think you have something in you that is waiting to be pulled out from you and hopefully the judges and i can help. Congrats, you're a finalist
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