Scraps of Stuff

Scraps of different stuff I found written on post-its, intending to turn into something more. Rewriting the notes here.

I’m livin’ in the shadows,
of your love.
It’s not enough.

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Boys like you break hearts like mine.
I’ve given up my life, to lies by boys, who don’t know people aren’t toys.

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Maybe there is a limit on love, maybe I’ve used mine up.

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I don’t know how to say goodbye,
it always turns into hello when I try.
And you don’t see what I really mean.
I can’t keep hurting like I do, when I see her with you.
It’s like taking bullets to the chest, when I can just be put to rest.
Hope is a stubborn thing, that makes me want to scream.

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We’ve poured so much love into this,
and now we’re ruining it with bitterness.

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It was so easy to fall in love,
it only got hard when love wasn’t enough.

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I don’t want to feel the sun shine. I don’t want to hear the birds sing. I don’t want to see the leaves turn green. All they do, is show the world exists without you.

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Words, words, words.
You know how to use them,
and make them hurt.

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The sun licks your lips,
shining, glistening,
until they are all I see.

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Anger (Song Lyrics) (In Progress)

Anger rules our home tonight,
both of us tired and dreary-eyed.
Bitter words hanging in the air,
that neither of us deserved to hear.
You’re gearing up for another round,
but I’m not sure I can take it now.

I want to scream leave,
but instead, I beg please,
don’t walk out that door,
because it may surprise you to know,
I still love you,
so please don’t go.

We”ll cry out for peace,
make promises we can’t keep,
waiting for dawn to break,
before our hearts do the same.

I want to scream leave,
but instead, I beg please,
don’t walk out that door,
because it may surprise you to know,
I still love you,
so please don’t go.

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Love is a Plastic Grocery Bag

Sometimes I feel like love is a plastic grocery bag that you overload with expectation and it begins to stretch and stretch from the weight until you are holding two thinly stretched pieces of plastic that you hope will stay intact until you can get home and set the load down.

But instead the bag breaks and spills out all the contents of your heart for everyone to see.

Snow in the hair