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I used to jump at every chance to talk to you, even still now.
Bit irises never looked warm, unlike mine.
A reflection was never there.
It was mere empty space of a white wall or desk.
Three years ago a hook lodged itself into my heart.
Eventually it slipped out, but merely to be replaced.
Silver and black, a knife was the dug into the place of my heart.
The blade was from the cloak.
But there were times when there was music because of me.
And it'd smile from hearing it, because that means a reflection surfaced, if only brief.
It only lasted such little time before the music and reflection wasn't there.
It was then the knife was bumped into my heart.
A vicious bump it was as it was straight through.
You both bumped it, unintentionally of course since there was no image of either thing being there.
You were taller than her, but her level and age was taller that you.
She was a kind who would always show a reflection in irises.
Futile it was trying to pull out the blade, too deep in.
It shouldn't have been too painful though, as I had my own her, unknowingly.
I wondered if you felt green from her.
News is like fire when ever it's you, so I heard about the four letter word you asked.
It was those days when rocks started to build up around me and my her.
But after that night it was denial from both of us.
You refused that you were with her while I tried to refuse that my seemingly harmless jokes of you two didn't hurt.
It did though.
And even more the night after my her left, the rocks becoming too much.
Hate started to grow from the fact that my her leaving didn't affect me that greatly, thus I remembered you even though I never forgot.
But I should have imagined that the music would fade from him, just like the reflection did the day I arrived.
But, you know, the knife is still there.
And I'm still trying to desperately pull.
Bit irises never looked warm, unlike mine.
A reflection was never there.
It was mere empty space of a white wall or desk.
Three years ago a hook lodged itself into my heart.
Eventually it slipped out, but merely to be replaced.
Silver and black, a knife was the dug into the place of my heart.
The blade was from the cloak.
But there were times when there was music because of me.
And it'd smile from hearing it, because that means a reflection surfaced, if only brief.
It only lasted such little time before the music and reflection wasn't there.
It was then the knife was bumped into my heart.
A vicious bump it was as it was straight through.
You both bumped it, unintentionally of course since there was no image of either thing being there.
You were taller than her, but her level and age was taller that you.
She was a kind who would always show a reflection in irises.
Futile it was trying to pull out the blade, too deep in.
It shouldn't have been too painful though, as I had my own her, unknowingly.
I wondered if you felt green from her.
News is like fire when ever it's you, so I heard about the four letter word you asked.
It was those days when rocks started to build up around me and my her.
But after that night it was denial from both of us.
You refused that you were with her while I tried to refuse that my seemingly harmless jokes of you two didn't hurt.
It did though.
And even more the night after my her left, the rocks becoming too much.
Hate started to grow from the fact that my her leaving didn't affect me that greatly, thus I remembered you even though I never forgot.
But I should have imagined that the music would fade from him, just like the reflection did the day I arrived.
But, you know, the knife is still there.
And I'm still trying to desperately pull.
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I am not good in poetry, hell don't even like it, but this is how I wanted to kinda vent with life.
Its the first one that I thought of because damn this emotion has got to be the most annoying and dragging for me and probably EVERYONE in the world. I hope you enjoyed and want to hear any of your stories like this.
I should probably explain a bit though in case you didn't understand.
I am a just made Sophomore of this year. And for three years I've had a crush on this guy in my class. In the second line I'm referring on how I always tried to look for where he was in the class with excitement and joy, but I knew he never did that for me. The third line is saying how I was never there for him, I was invisible. I want to say now, that I am like an outcast of the outcasts.
It was the 8th grade when I first started my little crush on him which is the 'hook' and eventuay it became heavier to where it's the blade of love. 'Cloak' is a little reference to Harry Potter and his Invisability Cloak. The Blade of Love hurt because I was invisible to him and meant nothing. The 'music' means his laugh. I love his laugh, but quite frankly I love everyone's laugh because I'm a very humorous person. I always thought that when people laughed cause of me it also meant they knew I was there and was an actual person, and not some thing without feelings. But it was kinda difficult to make him laugh and eventually he wouldn't laugh cause of me and I felt kinda hurt. When the knife is being 'bumped' it's cause a rumor that he was dating a senior girl came up, hence the 'taller' line. I never believed in rumor but it started to really show it was true, but he denied it. I may be invisible but I'm no moron. The girl was the type who wore a lot of make up, had nice hair and clothes, and was good at spprts, 'the kind of person everyone sees'.
I really tried to denial I was hurt and that I didn't have a crush on the guy.
It was a little before all that, that I had gotten a girlfriend who lived states away.(And was also a senior, ironic right) I am bisexual, FYI. But I am a closet bi so he didn't know. I had always unintentionally wondered if he got jealous that I was in a relationship. The He in this story is a very popular and athletic guy who everyone likes and whenever something happens you can always know, unless it's a secret. So 'the four letter word' was Prom. He had asked his her to prom. It was around that time that my girlfriend and I began to start fights. After prom I always made jokes about He and his Her, but he always denied they weren't together.(Still call bullshit)
A day or two later after prom, my girlfriend broke up with me, but I wasn't even all that hurt, only a little. While being with my her I kept trying to distance myself from the guy, but it didn't really work. The last few lines are talking g about how I should have known I couldn't even be friend with him, that I wouldn't be able to make him laugh. I first arrived at the school in first grade and from the first day I was invisable.(And small urchines are fucking brutal let me tell you. If they don't like you, you will not be allowed to do anything they are.) And I still have a crush on the guy, but I always wish I didn't.
Its the first one that I thought of because damn this emotion has got to be the most annoying and dragging for me and probably EVERYONE in the world. I hope you enjoyed and want to hear any of your stories like this.
I should probably explain a bit though in case you didn't understand.
I am a just made Sophomore of this year. And for three years I've had a crush on this guy in my class. In the second line I'm referring on how I always tried to look for where he was in the class with excitement and joy, but I knew he never did that for me. The third line is saying how I was never there for him, I was invisible. I want to say now, that I am like an outcast of the outcasts.
It was the 8th grade when I first started my little crush on him which is the 'hook' and eventuay it became heavier to where it's the blade of love. 'Cloak' is a little reference to Harry Potter and his Invisability Cloak. The Blade of Love hurt because I was invisible to him and meant nothing. The 'music' means his laugh. I love his laugh, but quite frankly I love everyone's laugh because I'm a very humorous person. I always thought that when people laughed cause of me it also meant they knew I was there and was an actual person, and not some thing without feelings. But it was kinda difficult to make him laugh and eventually he wouldn't laugh cause of me and I felt kinda hurt. When the knife is being 'bumped' it's cause a rumor that he was dating a senior girl came up, hence the 'taller' line. I never believed in rumor but it started to really show it was true, but he denied it. I may be invisible but I'm no moron. The girl was the type who wore a lot of make up, had nice hair and clothes, and was good at spprts, 'the kind of person everyone sees'.
I really tried to denial I was hurt and that I didn't have a crush on the guy.
It was a little before all that, that I had gotten a girlfriend who lived states away.(And was also a senior, ironic right) I am bisexual, FYI. But I am a closet bi so he didn't know. I had always unintentionally wondered if he got jealous that I was in a relationship. The He in this story is a very popular and athletic guy who everyone likes and whenever something happens you can always know, unless it's a secret. So 'the four letter word' was Prom. He had asked his her to prom. It was around that time that my girlfriend and I began to start fights. After prom I always made jokes about He and his Her, but he always denied they weren't together.(Still call bullshit)
A day or two later after prom, my girlfriend broke up with me, but I wasn't even all that hurt, only a little. While being with my her I kept trying to distance myself from the guy, but it didn't really work. The last few lines are talking g about how I should have known I couldn't even be friend with him, that I wouldn't be able to make him laugh. I first arrived at the school in first grade and from the first day I was invisable.(And small urchines are fucking brutal let me tell you. If they don't like you, you will not be allowed to do anything they are.) And I still have a crush on the guy, but I always wish I didn't.
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