Broken Memories

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Summary

Deep thoughts, are we a like? Do we share similar Hell's? Are thoughts can be terrifying and manipulating, but it's how we cope that brings us throughout life. So please read and tell me if we are a like, you never know we might just be able to win the fight in are minds together. Original! This is all my work, I hope you enjoy! It all came from the heart and from my Diary.

Genre
Other
Author
Jacey
Status
Ongoing
Chapters
4
Rating
n/a
Age Rating
16+

To Be Loved

“To be loved, to hold your hand, or hold you tight, to know what you smell like.

I wish I could read your mind, to know what you think about at night.

I just wish to be loved, to be loved by you.”

The way your eyes sparkle in the sunlight, along with your smile when you talk about your life.

My lips curl every time you say my name, leaving a tint of red.

A color so vibrant it casts my heart to plummet.

Quivering with fright, you leave me astray, abandoned within my mind at night.

Glistering fantasy’s that feel so real, would you want to live a life loved by me?

A writer you see, you will never die within my mind of stories and poetry.

I could write about you next to me, as the feverish feeling of the sunlight holds us tight.

The warmth of its beaming light reflecting upon your gaze.

Along with bunnies kissing us goodbye, the feeling of its fluffy fur beneath our fingertips.

Can’t you see my loyalty, my love for you? I just want you to be my sweetheart, “Mein Liebling.”

Little rain droplets falling from the sky, leaving memories of you and me.

My brain is hazy, from all the confusion you left within the trivial lies that slipped through your lips.

Hard to find, like butterflies flying throughout the night.

Soaking body, the rain came to greet me.

Insecurities creeping up my legs and pulsing though my veins.

Cannot you just hold me, pretend everything you said to me was real.

I am not a tissue, made to cure all your issues.

I do not want your pity; I wanted your honesty.

Now the frogs are out, and the puddles are too deep to walk in.

Is this what it feels like to be loved by you, someone who uses people like tools?

You played me like a game, but this one was not entertaining; now I am covered in rainwater and broken memories as my tears blend in ever so slightly.

Can you teach me to play along, and sing the song?

The song of the game but I am not here to participate.

I should have never fell in love with a man so beautiful, a rose as its beauty makes me escape.

Blood so red, if only you loved me then.

Nevertheless, you will always be my, Mein Liebling.