Instead of adding fuel to the fire I had to learn how to walk away from the flames.
Z. ELLIOTTPlease don’t make me feel special or worthy of your time If you’re just going to feed other girls those same sweet lines.
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I am a force of nature. I command an audience by just my mere presence.
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Its the little things that make life worthwhile, like when he looks at me with that innocent smile.
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I never thought the victim would be me yet there I was paralyzed and struggling to set myself free. It took every fibre in my being to walk away and let it be.
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There are so many beautiful parts of me but your eyes were too out of focus to notice.
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After a while the eye candy I used to crave became bitter to taste.
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Ink pours like rain when I think about all the times you said my name, heartache just falls onto the page.
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He played with my heart strings and turned them into a song I can’t get out of my head.
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Your lips were soft and tender, warm like september. Every moment spent with you made me feel wild and brand new.
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My body tells all the secrets my mind likes to keep. Only those who are fluent in my language will know the words I long to speak.
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I don’t need a doctor or a shaman to tell me how I feel, only I have the power to heal. I can mend my wounds into scars as a reminder of where I’ve been and how far I’ve come.
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I was an unfortunate bystander caught up in the winds of your destructive storms, destroyed to ruins with nothing left to spare but feeling of emptiness lingering through air.
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I pushed you away like the ocean does to the tides, but we always come back together whether it rains or shines.
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I’ll admit I’m not perfect I’m like an angel fallen from grace. I’ve been a sinner and a saint.
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I will rise like a phoenix from the ashes of the bridges I burned.
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Instead of pouring me the finest liquor, he filled my cup with false promises and sweet nothings.
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