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Poet 6d
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I’m done
Poet 6d
I told him
‘You should wear blue more’
I thought he forgot
It’s not like he asked
But he showed me a post of him and his friends
He was wearing blue
And you wouldn’t believe the caption
‘Someone told me I should wear blue more’

I told him
‘You should let your hair grow out’
It was just a comment
It’s not like he asked
But he showed me a post of him with growth oil on his scalp
And you would not believe the caption
‘Someone told me I should let my hair grow out’

This time he asked
This time he texted
‘What does it mean if a girl says gn instead of Goodnight’
I said
‘It means she’s ******’
He didn’t get it that much
But still
Now
Instead of his usual gn
He texts Goodnight

You know
It hurts
Knowing we’re too young
But my soul is already too old
Though I know
If I were to die
With my words still tattooed on these hallowed walls
I’d like you to read my poems C
I’d like you to know
That
When I didn’t text back it wasn’t on purpose
When I say goodbye it’s not because I wanted to
Because you wore blue
And you grew out your hair
And you texted Goodnighttttt
With extra Ts of the end
I’ll miss you C
Though I shouldn’t
I never really had you to begin with
Poet 6d
I have secrets
Not the type you’d want to hide
Not secrets of what we do in the dark
Not secrets of love, a crush
Secrets that beat at my chest
From the inside
Like I can feel each sharpened finger claw at my ribs
I panicked today
I got asked a question
I knew the answer
It wouldn’t come out
The words stuck in my thoat
I couldn’t speak
Blood rushed in my ears
I couldn’t hear
Tears blurred my eyes
I couldn’t see
All while he stared
Waiting for an answer
Waiting
            Waiting
                        Waiting
The chaos
All in my head
the answer is D
I think
Should I say it?
What if I’m wrong?
What if they laugh?
Whatifwhatifwhatif…
My breathing stopped
I couldn’t breathe
I had a panic attack
I have a feeling it won’t be the last
  Apr 27 Poet
Rochel
I tell her I'm fine
I tell him I'm great
I keep preaching love
While I reek of hate

I bought the best of materials
For this teary wet wall
The thickest facade
That I will never let fall

I decide weeks in advance
The emotions I will feel
It's hard to be sick
But it's harder to heal

I feel comfort in my decision
To lie to all around me
So I may continue to rot
So no one will stop me

I know all the steps
The steps one takes to remedy
But the plague in my blood
Has made me lose my memory

For now I'll be alive
Though I might not be living
And I'll cling onto my blight
And all that it is giving
  Apr 27 Poet
Rochel
Please break my heart
So I don't have to break yours
I'd rather feel all that pain
Than be the one to make you endure

Please break my heart
So I can leave yours intact
I'd rather be haunted
Than have to hear you react

Please break my heart
So I can live with my decision
I'd rather lose all my tears
Than have tears disrupt your vision

Please break my heart
So I'm not the one serving time
Id rather feel completely caged
Than be the one to commit this crime

Please break my heart
So I can make sure you're OK
I'd rather lose my voice
Than listen to all you might say

This request might seem odd
I ask for you to do the downing
But if we're both stuck in this storm together
I'd rather be the one drowning
  Apr 27 Poet
Madelyn
Did you ever think of staying?
Or was leaving the only way
you knew how to love me?

Was I too much,
or not enough?
Did I ask for things
you couldn’t give,
or did you offer less
than you were able?

I wonder if you held back your truth
to protect me,
or to protect yourself
from watching me fall apart.

The answers don’t come.
But the questions—
they stay.
Lodged somewhere between
my ribs and my memory,
quiet,
persistent,
unanswered.
I still wonder. I just don’t ask out loud anymore.
-M. Adelyn
  Apr 27 Poet
Lyle
Life takes too much energy
Exhausted
all
the
time
Sick of it all
It's not the first time struck by an episode
Life is going average
Ok-ish
pretty boring
but
routine
is
key

O
C
D

Yes, life could be better
but we'll get through it
I know we'll get through it
because you told me we will
so we shall
hand
in
hand
Together
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