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  Apr 2 Poet
ahintofpoetry
I can't **** this pain,
Not with a knive or pencil,
Not with foul words or soft lips,
Not with caring hands or a fist.

It is the pain of a love
Where once more Cupid missed.
Poet Apr 2
/_\
I used to draw on my arm all the time
Nothing big or elaborate
Just a triangle
One triangle
Then I wouldn’t hear the end of it
Everyone complaining
Ink poisoning
Future punk
What’s next, a motorcycle?
So I stopped
I stopped drawing that little triangle on my wrist
Right above my pulse point
But with it
I
Stopped
L I v I n g.
A triangle was supposed to be the strongest shape
It was supposed to make me strong
But I wasn’t even strong enough
To let it stay
Just a small note I didn’t think would be obvious if I didn’t say anything the “I v I” in “l I v I n g“ is supposed to make it look like the ‘v’ is trapped by the two ‘I’s
Poet Apr 2
She’s the shoulder for everyone to lean on
But god forbid she’d be the one leaning
Poet Apr 2
Do you ever wonder what it would feel like to fall in love?
Would it consume you?
Let a person become your whole world?
Become your lungs?
Let it be their heart beating in your chest and in theirs yours?
Or would it feel dull?
Like metal rusting and losing its shine?
Would it be your everything for a week then your reality for forever?
The truth is…
I want to fall in love
But what if it’s not my everything?
What?
If ?
I’m ?
Not?
THEIR?
Everything?
  Apr 2 Poet
Ari
Stupid,
stupid,
stupid
love,
the
reason
our
world
is
tilted
but
also
the
reason
the
world
is
still
right.
We go crazy for love, but that’s why it’s so beautiful. It’s taken me awhile but I truly understand now, love is truly everywhere, even in the way we simply care.
  Apr 2 Poet
Liana
Drink some water
Eat something
Write a poem
Take a walk
Just sit there and exist for a moment

It’s okay
Nothing really matters anyway
Take care of yourself! Kind of ironic coming from someone who’s up at 12:30 writing poetry, not drinking, and not doing homework or anything else I should be. Meh :/
  Apr 1 Poet
Lyle
it seems the more I have to lose
the easier I am to bruise
because once you took everything I loved before
then there was nothing left to live for
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