he calls me beautiful
you don't need him to say it for it to be true
i like to be reminded that the world isn't so bad
if your world is bad, make it better
he keeps talking
you don't have to listen
when I'm sad i imagine him holding me
i can hold you
i used to believe that
you used to think i put the stars in the sky
that was the old me
does the new you like him?
he is everything you weren't
you are only saying that cause I'm gone
you are made of dust and broken glass
what is he made of?
sunshine and old records
he sounds like home
you were my home
i wish i knew you earlier in my life
i wish i never knew you at all
that's the difference between you and me
you don't accept the truth
i never stop thinking about you
i never stop thinking about him
he doesn't put the air in your lungs
but he makes me want to breathe again
we're just sad kids
he said he loved me
how does he know what love feels like?
he said that he valued me over himself
that's not love
if he can love you, he can love himself
it's not about putting value on a person
it's about having your own seperate happiness and then coming together to share that happiness
he told me i was the one without happiness
you guys are just another tragedy
so were we
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you keep complimenting me, but i already know the end of our story. spoilers. . .
~Luna Galaxy, a fallen star
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bloodied whispers
Poesíawe don't know how to word things sometimes we're all poets with scattered thoughts we're still finding out who we are and who we're meant to be so let's discover our future no longer lost in the forgotten past ***** a collection of poems by yours...
