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Maxine Nov 2016
I miss you out of habit. I still find myself searching for your eyes and yearning for your touch even though we are no longer a we. It's just a you and a me now. It has always been so hard for me to deal with change, I always end up reaching across the other side of the bed, always thinking my fingers would still come across yours. I have spent so much of my heart loving you that I failed to see I would end up clawing at the air you used to warm with your presence and staring at blank spaces where you used to be. I miss you out of habit, the habit being us, but that habit has proven itself to be a bad one so we ceased to exist and we were replaced with untouched hands and empty spaces.
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riwa Oct 2016
you are a habit
i'm not willing to break yet
(10.31.16)
Diána Bósa Oct 2016
Breaking the habit by breaking the heart
inch by inch, gaze by gaze: it's
a dark matter of time.
Mane Omsy Sep 2016
Their situations count
They aren't immortals
Wives caring husbands
Parents loving children
Teachers kind to students
Leaders leading companions

Good ones hope for good
And lie to keep it secret
Enjoy your life without it
You will never feel it wrong
Until you scratch their safe
And lead a miserable life

Lying is never a filthy matter
Lie for good coz everyone lies
Yes, no shame to lie..  but for good only
Renee 'Wisera' Aug 2016
How did I become such a loser
Perspective
How can I make my life better
Discipline
How can I get all this done
Habit
How long can I go on
Persistence
Tehreem Aug 2016
There are pieces of me in you
As I have of your pieces in me
Completely incomplete like you
You are equally divided like me
Half moon in the consummated skies
Unfinished dream in my doleful eyes
Distant face all I see is you
Missing person is just me
I speak nothing except you
You wasted valued time on me
My favourite story is always you
When your repulsive habit was me
Half heaven. Half hell.
Lunar Jul 2016
"He always closes the door whenever he leaves the room."

That was one habit of his which I appreciated, knowing he was considerate enough. But I never knew I would come to detest it, or even regret loving it.

Until this morning.
He never returned.
Ok so is it weird that i got this from a good habit of wjh's to write it into a sad/bad one?

Sorry i dont get myself either on how i think up of these things.
Luna Craft Jul 2016
I've made being depressed a habit
As if ceasing this life would make me feel less tired
Pretend that I learned something new to appease this emptiness;
Stuffing filth in bloodied wounds does not heal them
Bandages will never fully heal closed scars
Dying will never help this uselessness
I can only stay here, in between alive and dead
The catatonic state that I'm so used to
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