Ninth grade
14 years old
In a cold, public library
You were calm
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The idea of perfect love is a misconception
They fool you with movies that have happy endings and upbeat songs.
They tell you that love is beautiful, gentle, and kind
but they don't tell you that love may not last
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You would've been beautiful April
Refreshing, like the smell of outside after it rains
Wholesome and cleansing
Like a fresh start
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Tears fall to create words on page
As my heart bleeds regret, can't help but think of you
We consist of hollow chests and empty hearts just looking to find peace
We intercept one another
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Poisoned dead butterflies
Fluttering in the pit of your stomach
Weighing you down
Until darkness becomes all you know
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It's peaceful here
In the serenity of my own mind
I find her
Just sitting there
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Trusting him
With my deepest secrets
He understood me
What would hurt me the most
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Exhilarating
Completely Breath-taking
Moving so fast your feet never even touch the ground
You watching your surroundings blur
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I don't recognize the shell of a person staring at me
Her eyes drained of all emotion
Her lips speak but I don't hear what they say
Her limbs just hanging there
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Building walls
Brick by brick
Skyscrapers
Just scratching the surface of the pain we feel
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