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  Jan 2018 Chloe Hunt
Anne Molony
maybe I didn't want to kiss you
maybe it just didn't feel right
your hand up my top
and your other on my thigh
maybe it felt strange
maybe I preferred us as friends
maybe it was foolish to think
that a boy and a girl
could just be friends
maybe I was wrong
why do I feel as though I owe you something?
  Jan 2018 Chloe Hunt
Anne Molony
yes,
you can kiss
my rose petal eyelids
my stained cheeks
my humming neck
my willing waist
my burning skin
anywhere on
my restless body
but kiss my lips,
and I'll spend the
rest of my life
aching
grieving
searching for
your stinging tongue

  fate assured me
   we'd burn violently
    but ultimately suns die
     every flame grows tired
      every bulb will break
      every wick will drown  
     charred and regretful
    weary and worn out
   drained of energy
  choking for air
i'm not ready
to ignite
just yet
it is inevitable
  Jan 2018 Chloe Hunt
victoria
Re-ject-ion
I can’t even type it whole
I’ve never said it out loud
I’ve whispered it
Like some people whisper the
word ***
But I’ll never be bold enough
to just say it
It’s the most heart wrenching
word ever created
It consumes my every thought
Yet I refuse to acknowledge it
exists
I prefer the words desired, accepted, loved.

I do not want this word Re-ject-ion
  Jan 2018 Chloe Hunt
Amoni Fuller
Why won't you say a single thing?
One word.
So I can understand
what you're going through
or how much of it is true

The things people tell me
make me hurt for you
I mean
You can't eat, You can't sleep,
You can't even grieve
What DO you feel?
How often does this repeat?

If you can reach
I want you to grab my hand
I can pull you out
But you have to be on your feet
Understand?

I don't like you
You don't like me
But if it's you I'm without
I doubt...

Please!
Be tame
Help me help you
We're one and the same

You know my name
I've heard that no one can help you if your not willing to help yourself.
  Jan 2018 Chloe Hunt
Shelley-May
I am struggling
I have a lust for love
I feel lost without it

Romantic fuel
I'm dead without it

Breathe life back into my soul
I lack a fever
I lack lust
Or love
Missing a piece of me and it's debilitating.
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