I’m Still The One Who Cry

Out of the misery you paint hard across my wrist
The longing of mild distraction blinded the eyes of every butterflies
They flew away abruptly tearing up the memory

Between long hours of wrapping back my skin and bones
Your cold hard fingers felt insignificant
Never been enough to pull out goodbyes and left it blunt

There you are standing in the crossroad where I left you to die; being effortlessly calm
While holding a bottle of my falling tears in the cup of your palm

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Today I Took It Off For Good

You gave me a ring of promises and I remember you wearing your bright yellow t-shirt I laughed, I joked about it, you laughed But when I wake up I breathe into nothing other than the feeling of your ring on my finger and the reality that you are already long gone

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Hurt Me Enough Until I am Able to Let You Go

I am hanging onto the ropes Of the hours you didn’t reply; Of the phone calls you didn’t answer; Of all the time you were a teaspoon of sugar, Then I fell shortly after Into the questions that wrecked me from inside The second you were gone. I’d rather have it kills me Than watching you slowly fade While I climb back into the exact same spot Where standing alone needs a big amount of effort So don’t be a really good song, A line of words I cannot ignore, A written feelings I adore, Just don’t. I only need you to do me a favor: To bring on the good pain And hurt me deep Hurt me enough Until I am able to cut off the string Until the ache of your existence is finally missing

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Once upon every night

I misread the map and forget to say But you brushed it with “it’s okay, I prefer we took the long way” You smiled and let the music play How can you avoiding the right turn Makes my stomach burn Maybe it’s because the wheel speed doesn’t really match my heartbeat The one goes slow, the other one is overflow All we do is screaming out To the old song you like Our voice is tone deaf and sounds horrible At the moment I realized that my feeling is in trouble I cursed at the crowded street That you seemed to enjoy every bit It’s the way that you never think twice To not let me be alone under the night lights Maybe it gives me shiver More than the way you open the door Or bringing close my dinner Now you ended up being more than a blur

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