From the little peck on my cheek, that little kiss. To our one sided tickle fight

These are the moments that I miss, and think about too much late at night 

And our hugs, each of them I want to never end.

All the times you've given me “drugs”. Still, I remind myself, I am only her friend. 

So with tears in my eyes, with guilt in my heart.

I dread when we say our goodbyes, it hurts me when we are apart 

It is hard being unable to stop thinking of your name.

But much harder knowing you will never feel the same. 

I am sorry that things are not different 

I am sorry that you can't see in what ways you are magnificent 

I am sorry that I have had such strong feelings for you, it isn’t fair

I can’t wait to move on to someone new, but thank you for being someone who really cares

Thank you for giving me these feelings, feelings I thought died a long time ago

Thank you for helping with my healings, and the long or brief walks in the snow

Thank you for never giving up on me when I was weak, when many others would

Thank you for knowing what to say when I could not speak, for making me feel understood 

Thank you for teaching me about relationships

Thank you for staying with me in this friendship

Thank you for the knocks on my door and wall

Thank you for everything you have done for me, no matter how small

Thank you for taking away my knife

Thank you for being the best thing that's happened to me in my life

Thank you for making me excited to wake up tomorrow 

Thank you for being my bright light through the depths of sorrow 

Thank you for giving me something to look forward to, making someone smile as perfectly as you do

As perfectly as you when you answer the phone to your boyfriend. I can’t wait to do that for someone else 

But patience is a virtue in the end. Until then, my broken heart it melts.

You made me feel things I have never felt before, like the urge to kiss someone 

All this and more, just to say thank you to my best friend, exception being no one

Thank you, most importantly of all, for being you.

Context, I am 20 years old, never been in a relationship, never had a hand to hold, or a person to hug until early September last year. I thought she was perfect. I have been rejected, broken and hurt so many times before I had promised that I would never love anyone again. And then she enters my life. My mom thinks that she is some sort of angel that God sent to look out for me, she is convinced that we are supposed to be together. But she has a boyfriend, they have been together longer than I have known her and she gets so happy when he calls. This is what I get for thinking that someone was meant for me, this is what I get for thinking happy ending exist. Love isn't a good thing, it is a poison that kills everything slowly and painfully. Either that, or I am the poison.

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i gave up sending him mushy cute vids and songs and selfies…I gave up trying to exercise so I stay fit and rubbing Brest enhancement cream on me twice a day so my a cup boobs get hopefully to a c up like he likes, I gave up trying to bake for him because I know he loves brownies, I gave up buying him gifts just because I like to spoil him, I gave up texting him good morning my love!!! Every morning and night, I gave up telling him I love him, I gave up hobbies and favorite colors and makeup and styles and hair….all for him….and yet…he doesn’t see it nor does he feel it…I can see it in his eyes, he doesn’t have one single care for me…he fucks Mr outta obligation and buys me stuff outta obligation and kisses me and tells me he loves me outta obligation. Were like fire and gasoline, a wolf and a deer. But yet I can’t seem to hate him, be mad at him, blame him….its the way he smiles genuinely even if it’s not at me, it’s the way his mostly blue hazel eyes shine and twinkle when he looks at knives or something…..it’s the way his skin smells of firewood smoke and cigarettes and just…him, it’s the way he his voice sounded when he used to call me pretty girl or mamas….its the way my heart and demeanor softens when he’s around…its the way he breathes, the way he sleeps, the he’ll he’s been through like me sorta….the pain behind his eyes that just makes my heart break for him…it’s the way I watched and felt my spark die inside me and yet I still poured out everything I had to try and make him happy….its the abuse…I get off on the abuse….lets be honest..I’m obsessive when I love…which makes it hard for others to love me….i am a slut in every sense of the word, a slut for punishment, a slut for sex, for love, I’m a slut for attention too….i don’t blame him…I blame me…because I am forever the problem….

I BET you can’t

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there was a guy in scooter 1 month ago that dies bcuz of a man... he got hit by a car... i was laughing about it.. i didnt cared about him... until i found it was my cousin..... i did go pray to his tomb and i tried suicide... i was thinking about him sm after that

Tear

Lonely, echoed footsteps

run throughout the street.

A broken little child runs

through hail and mud and sleet.

Hidden in an alleyway,

this little child takes shelter.

And tries to forget the horrible things

that her friends did tell her.

What they said doesn't matter,

what matters is how she feels.

Sitting in the dark she wondered

if maybe she had been the heel.

She had been depressed that year,

even tried to take her own life.

She trusted her friends and all it lead to

was pain and hardship and strife.

Her friends were not her friends anymore,

As a group they all decided.

None of them could be near each other.

And then the group divided.

Then on a box, with a rope around her neck,

she stood there feeling weak.

Before she jumped, a single tear

rolled down her pale cheek.