November 20, 2012
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But your hair’s undone.
Your former countenance regained.
But your eyes are shut.
Your taunting voice returned.
You think they’ll be there.
Be the ones you call when it’s another one of your mirrors shattered
And your crushed dreams are pieces of the past all over your walls.
If you’d ever had any,
When she’s being difficult.
When I’m still asleep and still don’t care enough to break the haze.
I’m cold and bitter, I don’t like to feel.
You think they are different.
But you’re still left out.
When you feel left out.
If you feel left out.
Count to 3, go back to all those months ago,
The times when I was warm, I was sweet.
I felt too much.
You used, reused and recycled me. I wish I could say I did the same to you.
I tried and failed miserably because you were too far up to grab at.
“She was so pretty” he said, the one you hate, “Now she’s reeking of desperation”
“She was so funny” she said, the one who hates you, “Now she’s just tragic”
“She was so happy” they say about me when I should be asleep but I’m thinking of you
“Now she’s despondent”
But it’s my hair that’s undone its my countenance that’s been lost.
But it’s my eyes that shut, my voice that’s gone and left me mute.
I know they won’t be there.
I call no one when my pen’s run out of ink to curse your name a thousand times
In the tattered notebook you’ve never seen.
I’ve allotted you one inky page, holey with my frustration.
My dreams are intact but I’m too numb to chase them.
You’re always difficult. But you’re always up and thinking of what?
I’m left out, stuck in your wake.
I trapped in, stuck in a sick pleasant hatred.
Because if there’s no you to detest, there’s me.
It hasn’t come to that yet.

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Wishes-do-come-true said...
Feb. 6, 2013 at 2:53 pm
I know exactly how you feel, I have had this done to me and have even done it to my friends too. Luckily they realised what idiots they were and came back, being a best friend of mine I had to acept them. I also went crawling back and i had good enough friends to realise that i needed them. I love this poem :)
Becausethesunsup replied...
Jul. 7, 2013 at 9:43 pm
thank you so much, i apologize for being late, but i cannot i explain how happy it makes me to know that you enjoyed my poem. 
Head-In-The-Clouds replied...
Jul. 9, 2013 at 5:31 pm
dont worry about the late reply! it is really good and i would be happy if you read some of my work and left a comment to me.. god or bad! :)
I8Grass This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Nov. 24, 2012 at 2:58 am
I find it painfully comical that people believe friendship to be petty and beneath them. Human beings were made to like one another. I'm not going to lie and say, 'oh, they'll come around' because it may not be true, but I hope you find that some people are not full of shit.  
Becausethesunsup replied...
Dec. 30, 2012 at 8:51 pm
As do I, my friend. But I have learned to break the cycles these people tend to form. Thanks for reading!
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