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You live to love.
You love to give.
You give your love.
Your love is big.
Your big heart smiles.
Your smile is bright.
Your brightness blinds.
You're blind to spite.
You spit at hate.
You hate to cry.
You cry to love.
Your love is fate.
Your fate is real.
You really try.
You try to love.
To love, you'd die.
You love to give.
You give your love.
Your love is big.
Your big heart smiles.
Your smile is bright.
Your brightness blinds.
You're blind to spite.
You spit at hate.
You hate to cry.
You cry to love.
Your love is fate.
Your fate is real.
You really try.
You try to love.
To love, you'd die.
Literature
Emo Hearts and Suicidal Poetry
Outcasts they tend to call us,
The wierd ones,
The freaks.
But we like to think of ourselves as the special ones
With our permanent-marker doodles on our converses
Ripped jeans and emo hearts and suicidal poems written in the snow
Novels read beneath the covers 'til dawn by light of a flashlight
[batteries nearly dead we've used it so many times before]
And dancing in the rain
Praying to Beethoven
And tears at dusk
And singing to the stars
At the top of our lungs with the car windows open and the night rushing in
Or on the top floor of a beach house with the sea stretched out before us
"Go home, you lose, good day, sir"
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Hurt
Please hurt me
It helps me to feel
After the pain
I begin to heal
What was never there before
Born freshly from the wound
Just like the light from the Sun
Allows us to see the Moon
Opposing forces clash and bring
Something neutral and serene
Angel and Devil breed once more
The child of balance seen
Seethe from the anguish that I feel
Lick the wound and hide
Step into my world of dreams
Over clouds I glide
Then at last behind me
This horrible memory fades
I'm left with only the new dawn
Light revealing new shades
You must suffer for the cure
Suffer, then relief
Create, destroy, create once more
The cycle will repeat
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It's Not Love
When was love supposed to make you cry?
I look to the heavens and ask them why.
But they don't whisper a single phrase
And I'm left wandering in a daze.
I thought it was love, but it couldn't be
Because there is just too much hurt inside of me.
When was love supposed to hurt so much?
Wasn't it all about yearning for their touch?
Instead I fear of what you might say
I think about the possibilities every day.
I just get this feeling that it will come crashing to an end
It's a feeling that seems to grow stronger when I see you again.
Is it just me or is the distance growing between us
Getting larger without the safety of our trust?
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This is wonderful! Bordering ingenious.