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"Can we start our friendship again? This time I promise not to fall in love with you."

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because the color is half the taste by Paige Lewis

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unloveable

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i hope whenever you look at the moon you think of me

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Sometimes I feel like my body can’t contain the joy pouring out of me

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What’s funny is,

Even with my awful memory,

I can pinpoint the exact moments when I knew I loved you.

I wish I believed you could say the same.

Not that any of it matters now.

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Some nights I break down holding my bunny, mourning my childhood. I feel so small and helpless again. I rock back and forth and self soothe like I used to all those years ago. There’s a strange comfort in the familiar loneliness…..

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You were right, hope is a soul killer

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When I wake up my body feels the grief before my mind can even register what day it is

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My god the things I would give just to hold his hand rn. I would sell my soul for five minutes in his arms. It’s tearing me apart lying in bed reaching out to nothing but empty space. I miss him more than my heart can bear.

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writing poems that will have ppl checking in on u will never not be funny

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Grief is proof I’ve loved. I’ve loved and will continue to love, even when I’ve grieved longer than you were here.

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The only time I’ve been able to get even a shred of sleep is when I wear your clothes to bed. I feel so empty without you. Why did I fuck it all up this bad. Why did I hurt you in the worst way possible. I’ve never cared for anyone like I did for you. I miss you. I’m so sorry. Why did I hurt the one person I truly loved. I’m awful. I hate myself for the pain I’ve caused you.

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Fears

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big fan of repetition in poetry. like hell yeah say that shit again