StarLovesYou (2016-02-18 06:34:46)

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I know you're reading this.
I know you're there.
You know who you are, you know this is for you.
If you could place a number on the amount of times you think of me, what would it be?
Could you use more than one hand?
When you do think, what is it of?
The good or the bad?
Do you think about reaching out?
Do you know I think about you?
In my times of low self esteem, you're there with me.
You always worked so well, pointing out my inadequacies.
You're the poster child for my failures.
In the dark, low nights of my pathetic existence
You're there.
Stroking my hair, caressing my cheek.
Softly touching my lips with your poison.
Reminding me of the instability I've acquired during my time with you.
It's sweet, so sweet..
The taste of the black cherry before it stains your lips.
Anyway, if you read this, please know, it's definitely for you.

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Jill (2016-02-22 23:07:33)

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Nice.

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Popstar20 (2016-02-24 12:09:19)

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I like this poem. I wish I could write good poetry...

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