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bcg poetry Dec 2014
You have to stop staring at me in crowded rooms
You have to stop wearing the glasses you know I like
You have to stop leaning into me, just to pull away

because

when we're alone you treat me like a book on your shelf that you've already read
when you wear those glasses it doesn't make me want you, it makes me miss the person you were
when you lean in my heart stops and when you pull away it stops again
bcg poetry Dec 2014
"What was it like to lose him?"

"It isn't one single feeling when it happens. It's an empty feeling, that follows you around forever and ever."

-bcg (it never leaves)
bcg poetry Dec 2014
Your reaction to this statement shows a lot about the type of person you are. Does it give your relief? Or anxiety?

Remember,
one
day
you
too
will
go.
bcg poetry Dec 2014
The stairs are stained with our favorite kiss.

-bcg (the things you can't clean up the next day)
bcg poetry Dec 2014
I met him on a grassy hill
While I was walking alone
He was so gentle and sweet
And I fell in love with the way he looked at me

He's the rain pouring down
He's the songs we'd sing aloud
He's the poems we read
He's everything that goes through my head

A happiness that can't be described
A love that was reborn every night
We felt the time closing in
But that didn't stop us from fallin'

He's the rain pouring down
He's the songs we'd sing aloud
He's the poems we read
He's everything that goes through my head

Time ran out we knew it would
But I still cried where he stood
He looked down and breathed a sigh
And he walked away into the night

But he's still the rain pouring down
And he's still the songs we'd sing aloud
He'll always be the poems we read
He'll always be everything that goes through my head
bcg poetry Dec 2014
It was a day like any other
I made coffee, you read the paper
We walked the dogs
And took a nap together

But it isn't the day itself I keep going over in my mind
It's that kiss, that very last kiss

It wasn't special
Nothing unique
Just a kiss

Like we would be doing it for the rest of our lives

And then you left.
bcg poetry Dec 2014
She used your name when she spoke to you
and he fell in love with that.
Even when she no longer said his name,
he still loved her.
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