sincerely, fuck you two by Between-you-and-i, literature
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sincerely, fuck you two
eeny meeny miny moe.
your boyfriend fucked me eight times a few months ago
and now i'm apparently a ho.
well if this is the game we're playing
then baby, ill play.
just remember all the things you are saying
and who you are saying them to.
hey pretty girl,
the only thing you ever had on me
you've rotted with bleach
and now you've got nothing.
seven and a half months
isnt shit on my two years.
dont forget who knows this boy
like the back of their hand.
and dont forget
all the things he's telling you
cause he told me them too.
and dont forget all the ways he touches you
because i taught him those too.
ring around the rosie
you've never stood up for me before,
so i wouldnt expect you to start up now.
calling me a thousand names that i've heard for sure
yet not one of them are mine somehow.
i don't think you ever really understood.
im holding on to anything i think can keep me from falling
i wrapped you tightly around my bones for support
but you've really let me down.
again.
i wish i may
i wish i might
i want to forget you tonight.
im torn between
who i was and who i want to be
where you are and where im going
and im going far away from you.
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you are painting the same love story
but in her bones this times
while im scraping skin with boys
to
im thnking; dont fall in love with me, dont fall in love with me, please dont fall in love with me.
hes tightening his grip around me, and we're laying on his bed watching tv and his blueblue eyes are trying to pierce me. trying to get inside, inside my head and inside my heart and inside my soul.
im thinking; let me love him, let me love him, please, god, let me love him.
and i'm running my fingers through his short blonde hair, sun glistening through the light blue curtains of his room, tracing my fingers along the jaw lines of his face and the arcs of his eye brows and im talking about something that probably means nothing but all im
this will destroy you by Between-you-and-i, literature
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this will destroy you
i'm in a car
and we're driving fast.
the music feels like the movies
and there are trees blurring outside,
but their leaves are on the ground
the sky is graywhitegray.
this could be perfect,
if the boy on my left asked me
if he can come in,
and i could say
if you remember the way.
it could be the perfect story book romance
if;
i led him upstairs,
music still playing,
he sat on my bed, took my hand and pulled me in close.
whispered its been a while,
but baby, i still love you.
strip our clothes to the floor,
along with our skin.
got lost in each other for the night
and didnt care to find the way back.
maybe if i woke up
i meant to breathe out,
but instead i breathed him in,
again.
he is beautiful
in all the cold ways,
even on he coldest days.
she presses herself against him
and i press the monster raging
its way out
back down into its cage
and feel it's fangs sink sorrow
deep into my veins.
he is beautiful
in a broken man's
kind of way.
blue eyes like the ocean,
so i think maybe i'll become the moon
to pull that ocean towards me,
i think maybe i'll strip my skin bare
and get lost in the currents.
hair like the midnights
i'd find my way down those old tracks
into that room the color of spring skies
and it falls in waves to his shoulder
so we aren't perfect, but maybe i miss you, and maybe you miss me too.
maybe we just have too many problems and too many feelings, and not enough words or time, but maybe that doesnt have to mean goodbye.
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i've searched for the right words to say. cracked myself open and rummaged deep inside my head, traveled down to the darkest parts of my heart, just to find some kind of way to tell you to stay, that this doesnt need to happen. you don't need to leave, and i don't have to let go. we don't have to watch the memories turn to dust, and the wind doesnt have to carry it away. i want to tell you the feelings don't have to fade to black with t
she said take me somewhere where its snowing
fascinated with the thought of car rides with a boy
thats more of a man, who might be able to love her.
shes a girl and not a woman,
in love with a boy, not a man.
but when you stumbled out of reach,
he came stumbling in
looked her straight in the face
with eyes bluer eyes than yours
and said
i hate my self for losing you.
this is all so fake, but
she laughs, and plays a long
because she wants to drown in the idea of happiness.
said you didn't lose me if im still here
look,
shes in love with the idea of this,
but she is not in love with this
he said i've really missed you
said i
while i was asleep by Between-you-and-i, literature
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while i was asleep
so you finally wake up, and he's long gone.
somehow, you don't remember where things went wrong so you close your eyes and push your fingers into your ribs until you hear them crack and you feel them ache. save the memory of the pain in the space between your lashes and tears as you reach your hand inside and pull out the heart he always leaves behind. plug it into the tv just to see if it remember anything before the fall, and the crash, and the burn.
the sun is just creeping through the window as the memories flicker shadows across the walls and remind you what it means to love someone. remind you of all the feelings and things you had lo
she says she wants to kill herself,
and she sinks somewhere inside herself
like a ship going under after fighting the stormy torrents
for hours too long.
my heart sinks
as i jump in to save her from
the depth of her sorrow,
and we both need to learn to swim against these tides.
one day we'll wash up on the shore
of city with bigger and brighter lights
to guide us out of the dark,
but for now,
i can hold your hand as we stumble
through this heart shattering darkness
together