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So I figured rather than posting individual poems on individual threads, I'll make a poetry thread! (Great idea, right?) :D

I wrote this one yesterday, cnc is very welcome!
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MISTAKEN​

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You saw them​

An aphotic chocolate​

Were they brown or black?​

Regardless, they were arrows.​

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Aiming at your remains​

The final fragment​

Of the fabric​

That frayed​

Constantly​

Consistently​

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Every breath you took​

Led you back there​

And your lungs​

Had exceeded their limit​

Your ribcage bruised​

With blindness​

With frustration​

With The Ache​

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You see them now​

Darker than before​

Hiding a beast​

Mercy deceased​

...Or is it?​

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All you see are knives​

But all I see is guilt​

Maybe we're both wrong​

And that was our flaw​

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Still, I see yours​

A tranquil sapphire​

Masking joy or pain?​

Regardless, they were targets​

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A bullseye in progress​

The blue would become​

The burgundy​

That bleeds​

Constantly​

Consistently​

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You see the devil with daggers​

But inside​

Is a lonely, lost, little girl​

And all she wants is a hug ​

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THE TEXT​

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My only friend glowed​

Green symbols and your name​

The letters burned my eyes​

And bounced around my brain​

Crowded with questions​

Clouded with cautions​

I know all too well​

Your twisted, taunting game​

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A quiet violence​

It sent a seismic wave​

My fingers, my arms, my nerves​

My aimless little veins​

Leading to hollow​

Seeking to borrow​

Never to return​

‘Its’ torn, tattered remains​

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Only a handprint​

Pink refuses healing​

Prominent guilt reminds me​

My cheek should not have feeling​

Painted guilt with force​

Tainted with remorse​

A falsely accused​

Tempestuous twit, stealing​

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Cavity had a cause​

A chest without a Beat​

A Boom​

A Break​

An Ache​

Lucky, demons can cheat​

Rhythm out of time​

Stanza out of rhyme​

Torture a heatless​

Until declared defeat​

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A virtual code​

Hides an apology?​

Your regretful words​

Sign your psychology​

Demonic dream’s end​

I’ve changed into your friend​

Sudden change of heart​

Taught through technology​

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Almost if instant​

The pain fades from my cheek​

And deep inside the hollow​

There’s a ​

Beat​

Beat​

Beat.​

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FOR OLD TIME'S SAKE​

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It was missing​

Supposedly degraded ​

In a raging flame​

Of Selfishness​

And Greed​

And Apathy​

And however else you had defined me​

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My chest’s abyss​

Its absence defined me then​

My self worth dissolved​

Which satisfied​

Your Need​

And Desire​

To torture my remaining sanity​

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The lightbulb sparked?​

Deep within your twisted mind​

It didn’t make sense​

When did that happen?​

And How?​

And Why?​

You really are delusional this time​

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In this whole scene​

You were never to be blamed​

Nothing was yours​

It was my heart​

My fault​

My selfishness​

So naturally, I am the demon ​

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But then you said​

In amongst my confusion​

‘You’re not a demon​

You are my friend​

So Breathe​

Exhale your stress​

So we can start again, for old time’s sake’​

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IS IT A HURT?​

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You watch a scene​

And glimpse a moment​

Accounting for your status​

Maybe the reasons aren't clear​

Yet​

But you can still feel it​

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It was a look​

That reminded you​

Of the unforgivable​

A shriveled heart thrown to waste​

Yes​

No illusions this time​

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Your stupid mind​

It pulled the trigger​

Sent an abundance of pain​

Through your soul, back to your chest​

How​

Does that make any sense?​

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But is it a hurt?​

Or a pain of joy?​

Is it a sink?​

Or a jolt in the void?​

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Then there was a kiss​

And the flashbacks flooded​

And your confidence frayed​

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As did your ego​

As did your conscience​

As I was on the other line​

Vodka-soaked tears​

Revitalised my fears​

And in that instant I knew​

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It wasn't your hurt​

It wasn't your pain​

It wasn't an act​

Of your memory-ridden brain​

It was a reminder of your mistake​

That only another fool could make​

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And when that time comes, I'll feel sorry for him​

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GREY

I only see my world in black and white
The present is a curse in my twisted little mind
Everything I see is grey, apart from your blue eyes
Is that because you're still alive?

I like nostalgia, I don't like today
I like nostalgia, I don't like today
I love my world in shades of grey

I like nostalgia, and the games it plays
I like the memories, they toy with my brain
I love my world when its all grey

Too much colour then something's not right
One more colour and I'll be blinded by light
Everything I see is grey, apart from your blue eyes
Is that because you're still alive?

I like nostalgia, I don't like today
I like nostalgia, I don't like today
I love my world in shades of grey

I like nostalgia, and the games it plays
I like the memories, they toy with my brain
I love my world when its all grey

You're a fragment that I kept in my mind
I really am delusional this time
You're a fragment in this little grey world of mine

You're a fragment of hope in my day
You're a part that will never go away
You're a fragment of colour in my grey

I like nostalgia, I don't like today
I like nostalgia, I don't like today
I love my world in shades of grey

I like nostalgia, and the games it plays
I like the memories, they toy with my brain
I love my world when its all grey

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Hello, my lovely discussion forum. I would like to pose a small question to you:

Can you hold up a decent, civilised, non awkward conversation with your Ex? If no, why? If yes, how?

Personally, Ive been single 74 days (according to this Days Until app) and Im happy. But my ex was my best friend before we started going out. I really want to try and hold up a decent conversation without him paying me out about something. It should be known that I did the breaking and therefore any spiteful tones he gives me are completely my fault. I just wanna know about your experiences. How do you deal with the awkwardness around your ex?