Play me
like a song,
she said.

On a
broken cassette,
that goes on
forever.

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My memory’s still dripping,

Damp with your scent.

I sit in the dark,

Believing you’ll return.


The sun’s no longer shining.

You took the colours,

Painted your home red,

And left me in grey.

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I feel old,
Even when my face glows.
I feel tired,
Even when I can run
a thousand miles.

My car's a bit old,
Smelling of old memories,
A reminder to my early life,
A carefree girl,
Behind the wheel,
Venturing into new roads.

Here I am,
Still clueless.
Unable to settle,
Unable to hold myself,
I move around
Like dried leaves
In autumn.
Feeling tired of
The recklessness
That resides in me.

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I still remember our first kiss.

Your face shining in the dark.

As the characters on the screen moved,

So did we.


I can still feel your breath,

on my shirt.

The music still buzzing in my ear.

We may have gone apart,

but these memories,

still breathe in my heart.

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It had become easy,
To fake my laugh
Until I realized
It didn't matter.

For it never bothered me,
What people thought anyway.
For you always caught me
Red handed.

Me trying to smile,
With tears in my mind
Didn’t work in front
Of your love.

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I believed in her words,

falling for her giggles.

Trapped in her pretty dimples,

I fell for the eyes

that could even control my soul.


Ignoring my mama’s words,

I slip into her world,

Realizing the mud's sinking,

engulfing me within.

I lie here still,

helplessly
watching the stars disappear.

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I prefer dancing to your tunes,
Intoxicated by your scent,
Losing my senses as I swing,
Losing my sight as I see you swirl.

All I want to see
is your smile
and the red lip.

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"If my poems
Didn't have your reflection? "

I would have stayed sane,
And not another lunatic
Madly in love
With his past.

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The pen that leaks,
To the letters in my box,
And a heart
that no longer beats.

I have been holding on
To the memories
Of faded ink
On a torn page
Waiting for the flames
To crumble it down.

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Alright, I’ll be sober again!
Removing the stains on my dress,
Backspacing the memories of yesterday.
Sorting out my life again,
Believing in false paradise.

But let me live first,
Touch the sky
And taste the sea.
Let my hands tremble
as they swirl,
Breathing in freedom
till it lasts.
©backspaced_poetry

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