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jon 12s
sometimes i don’t know if i’m the whole problem, or just half the problem

if i play a role, or if there is something i’m missing

i miss you, and i feel like i’ve fallen off whatever pedestal you had me on

it’s like when they say “you’ll let yourself down every time when you expect yourself out of someone else,”

it seems as if that is where we are meeting each other where we’re both currently at

it’s not somewhere in the middle, it’s not few and far between

it’s withdrawn and distant, it’s push and pull, and it’s hot and cold

it’s emotional whiplash, freeze and fawn

i have no idea what the **** we’re even doing anymore

because i find myself not even wanting to or caring to respond at all

emotionally exhausted
but still at your beck and call.
i love you but i feel stuck
Kalliope 14h
Refuge to some,
A battlefield to others,
A chronically online
Midwest single mother-
Who loves to lay in the rain
And feel it on her skin
Enjoying all the storms outside,
Though they all come from within.

Is she a tornado?
Or maybe a meteor shower?
Beautiful in what she does-
not recognizing her power
Or maybe it's a fault,
To hide away in the in-between?
Participating in all activities while remaining completely unseen.

She glides right through your sky,
A pretty view for you-
Until she lands upon your ground
Destruction does ensue.
You thought she was just mesmerizing,
Easily made to bend,
If that's the kind of love you crave
You've picked the wrong girlfriend.

She puts things back together
At a slowed down lego pace,
And when she doesn't like the result?
Her progress completely erased.
So it's back to the drawing board,
Though she's never been good with paint.
Maybe some blame falls to you,
loving chaos but expecting a saint.
If I'm mindful of your trauma
And you're mindful of mine
Don't you think it'd be easier?
I guess easy has never been our vibe
Jasper 1d
You, you can save me,
I'm sorry for being bad.
I'll get on my knees,
On the floor for you.
I'll leave my red lipstick
Wherever you walk.

Cradling you, rubbing you,
I know you want to tear it
Off of me, this lingerie,
This skin-******* lingerie.
I know you want to see
What hides beneath?
You want to make me blush,
You want to see what hides
In my heart.
It's all yours.
Take it off,
Listen to that click,
Rub it against me don't think about it do it!
Such a sweet tongue - you're already making my red velvet
Melt. I'm streaming down you, can't you feel
The undulations?
This valentines,
Let yourself be washed clean  
Of every icy sin.
Bask in my warmth,
The only warmth you get,
And then we can lay in bed
And go to sleep together
And we can shower together,
And we can be together,
And marry together,
Till death do us part.
This is sort of about self-harm, basically, but I'm not sure how obvious/subtle I am with that. Thoughts?
Thank you for showing me how to love again. Thank you for being a lover and a best friend.
For all the ways you show me your love.
I honestly couldn’t thank you enough.

I never knew that love could make me feel this way. That is all because you are just being you. You are everything I’ve ever wanted, all wrapped in one.

I would give you the world and then some to prove my love to you, I’m so close to throwing up a line to the moon just to drag it to you.

Your smile lights up the darkest of days, your laughter is the greatest ringtone to come from you. Don’t get me started on your voice, almost like an angel sent from heaven.

1257 days of love and plenty more to go, I love you more than you’ll ever know.
oh friend, my friend.
Where hath thou gone?
These sleepless nights hath frown me so.
To a point i am at death's bow.
How come you aren't though.
We bleed, we breathe together
so how come you aren't here.
Though i must say with all the haste that the times we made were are just a memory of thee as now you can't seem to be.
I search and search for a way but all i find is dismay.
In these melodic nights i call for thee yet all i find are fleas.
Moments of anger turned into fleas and somehow they are the only remembrance of you.
And somehow that is enough for me. Of flea, oh flea.
Where art thou?
Lack of you is shaming me apart
so tell me apart from all these lies
and tell me where you fly
as when all is said and all is done
you are still my friend though you,
a flea to me.
A flea i would rather carry than flee.
Now this poem is about missing a friend who has done you wrong but still you linger in those memories.
You caught lightning in your mouth
and kissed the world a thunderstorm
All Four Winds bleeding out,
               moment by moment
and stilling the night;
instill it with silence.
Infuse it with waiting
                bait our breaths--

--The ocean's saline, and
               I'm surprised to say,
it seems to like us.
Lips can clamp or loosen,
catch and hold or unleash.
               Choose one?
          it's catch-and-release.


I gulped wondering into my mouth
and I spit out an omen.
               Dolmen smile fading now;
                    twin teeth releasing
                          floodwaters
               from this tomb door of a frown.
Quell the squalling night;
implanting our silence.
Infused with surrender.
               Hold no breath.

                         Anyway...

          We don't check on each other...

          ...or look at our neighbors.

           Yesterday's just that, friend.
I waited, seated behind the arched letters of the cafe window,
riveted by others who moved urgently, soundlessly, beyond
the thick glass, scurrying along glistening sidewalks,
winding between glaring headlamps in the slick night

to lovers, to friends, to family, to home.
I remember no words, only the sting of hot coffee,
a hurried gulp to stanch the welling pain and to quiet
the certain quiver of my voice if left to speak.

Yet once into the dampness, standing together for a last time
in the crystalline night, the balance is seared into hard memory
as I watched you lift a speck from my collar,
grooming me, as before, and then a smile, wistful,

and you rose on tiptoes to brush a wisp of hair from
my brow and silently, hood now raised in the misting
dark, you found the sharp corner of the red brick
building and vanished.
Antonia 7d
the freedom of
not being chosen
frees up your Fridays,
your DMs, your
thoughts.
all of a sudden you
have all this time
to spend with yourself,
the cat, your friends,
even with strangers.
your evenings, once
filled by longing and
the dreadful ritual
of distracting yourself
with anything at hand
to avoid the unbearable
waiting. for a text. for a
sign.

breadcrumbs beggar
amateur
female
.hopeless romantic
25.
single.
self-respect – work in progress.

I tell myself I don’t
need the validation
from a guy who learned
emotional literacy
from Pokémon Go,
a guy who spends the little
time he has for
himself arguing with
strangers on FB or
    posting on insta like its his job..

he makes me laugh.
he ***** me good.
but he also leaves
me baffled, confused,
he has me analyzing
and “decoding” every word,
touch, action.
he acts as an incomplete
puzzle.
all nonchalant
and breezy.
but little
does he know, I lose
interest in puzzles
rather quickly.
monue Sep 8
Don’t keep me a secret,
drag me out of the dark.
I’m not here for half-love,
I want your whole heart.

Say we’re exclusive,
set the world on fire.
Say it like it hurts,
say it like desire.

Claim me, confess me,
no space, no disguise —
I’m yours, you’re mine,
no more pretty little lies.
For the kind of love that can’t survive in the shadows.
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