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bcg poetry Jan 2015
6/23/14
2:34am
Him: okay, well what's your biggest fear? Or (even better) what do you despise the most?
Her: um... Time
Him: haha why?
Her: i guess it's just that it's impossible to win a fight against time

8/14/14
12:11am
Him: it just doesn't make sense.
Her: what doesn't?
Him: us.
Her: why?
Him: we just aren't at the same places in our lives, we can't keep doing this.
Her: you can't fight for us, for what we are, for everything we could be?
Him: it's impossible to win a fight against timing.
bcg poetry Jan 2015
I was addicted to you, but it hurt so good.
And I had to quit.

I was never okay without you, but I was surviving.
And then you reached out.

I was packed up, but then you told me I could stay home.
And you were my home.


but i am so scared, i am terrified.
what if he leaves me and i'm left like a ******* idiot again?
what if i'm left out in the cold?
what if i'm locked out of my own home?
bcg poetry Jan 2015
I smile softly as I listen to you tell the story about last Halloween for the third time. The laughter you exude every time you get to the punchline of the story makes me giggle along with you. I never got to meet the friends in the story, but I know you miss them, so I watch you reminisce about the days you used to be content because I always embrace that grin on your face. The pain you're in is always in the back of my mind, so I listen to you tell the story about last Halloween for the third time.

-bcg (anyway i can help bring you happiness, i will)
bcg poetry Jan 2015
She waits for you.

In every way possible, she waits for you.
When she has a story, she waits for you.
When she has good news she waits for you.
When she has bad news she waits for you.

And even though she met someone, who will treat her nice, and who isn't in some far away place, and who is actually still in her life.

She waits for you.
bcg poetry Jan 2015
someday i'll probably find someone new
but right now, i want you

-the drunken, "just saying hi," message left on the answering machine at 2am
bcg poetry Jan 2015
Home is supposed to be safe
Home isn't supposed to desert you
Home is supposed to love you unconditionally
Home isn't supposed to make you want to pull out the blade
Hope is supposed to be comfortable
Home isn't supposed to require little white pills
Home is supposed to be you
Home isn't supposed to be killing me
bcg poetry Jan 2015
Are you killing me or saving me?
Haunting me or catching me?
Pulling me or pushing me away?

-it doesn't matter (forever yours)
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