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You said you'd come....

E-girl

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<3 Somewhere along the way of losing you,
We both grew up.
Although I look at you with the same admiration and longing
that I did the day you left,
I am looking at a stranger.
How is it that even after all we have lost,
you still look at me the same,
and pierce my heart time and again with just a glance...

You let me go, just enough to give me back my sanity,
but the second i'm about to turn the corner,
You pull me back.
Is it that the love that was once there has not completely vanished,
or is it just that you can't stand to not be the most important thing in my life?

I left my memories on the sands of the ocean that we came here to start a life near
And I let the ocean wash away the salty tears that you caused.
Still, in the sunrise I find myself remembering how it felt,
The day i decided that I could not live without you.

I remember lying in your arms the night before I left,
Seeing the tears glistening in the corner of your eyes as you tried to play it off.
I remember the way you couldn't look at me when I said goodbye,
and how you kept assuring me, but really yourself, that it was for the best.

This was my chance to move on
I have every opportunity in the world to get over you,
and have everything I deserve.
But ever since I got here, you flood my head with a flurry of begging to help you make it here.
Did I do that for you once already?
Didn't I move to Florida with you to start a life, and give you another chance?
Didn't all your dreams come true, and all mine fall to pieces?
I gave you that.
And you broke my heart.
But unselfishly, I was still there, always the last one on the dancefloor,
always the one defending you
Always the one watching from a distance while stupid girls broke your heart.
Breaking mine, over and over.
I was the one who believed in you, always
And I was the one who decided to move on with my life, and do this.

Who do you think you are to want to take away what I've tried for so long to do?
To get over you,
To have a life where I don't think about you everyday,
And miss you,
And still... love you more the next day than the last.
I still sleep with your t-shirt under my pillow,
That you sprayed with your cologne 4 years ago so I could fall asleep at night when you went away....
The scent of you has almost faded,
And I thought you had too...

What happens if you come here now?
Will you continue to make me hurt with the thought that I can't have you,
Or will you give up your dreams for me this time, and see what's been right in front of you all along?
I can't give you anymore..... of me.....
There's nothing left of the girl you used to love.
She's all grown up, and waited for you to come back for way too long.

You said you'd come....
But i'm still here, all alone.
 
xo Dont stop writing girl. I love to read your story. I came on here just to look for more words from you, I hope you have a smile on your face beautiful!
 
I still sleep with your t-shirt under my pillow,
That you sprayed with your cologne 4 years ago so I could fall asleep at night when you went away....
The scent of you has almost faded,
And I thought you had too...

That right there caused a lump in my throat, not that the rest didn't lead up to it. Wonderfully written, wonderfully real!
 
don't worry...
i'm still around.
there is no such thing as goodbye forever....
only "goodbye til next time."
the heart always finds its way back home.
 

^ And Dagny. I always liked Dagny, too.

Agreed to the n-th degree.

And if, hypothetically, we could get the late great Spedly here, we might just have the All Time Bluelight Words Hall Of Fame Original Inductees.

I can write jokes and dispense advice, but the four aforementioned Bluelighters are bona fide fucking POETS, in my opinion.

Love this place.

- LL
 
^^ i go back and read spedly's best piece at least once a year.
it still makes me cry.
and i still have my favorite dagny, minimows, upallnight, raz, etc poems saved somewhere.
i can still recite by memory, a long-ago poem written about a coffee shop.
i still know the way i felt the first time i read Cafe and Coffee Talk.
there are so many classics on here....
 
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