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 Mar 2020 JaxSpade
Sara
bittersweet
 Mar 2020 JaxSpade
Sara
since lies are sweet
and the truth is bitter
i'm not surprised
i liked you better
 Mar 2020 JaxSpade
alexa
God.
 Mar 2020 JaxSpade
alexa
last night i begged and pleaded with you for hours,

tried telling you that i deserved to bloom like a flower.

i’ve never asked you to save me,

but now i’m asking you nicely.

please, let me be happy,

and please, i beg of you, let it be for me.

amen.
im tired of being superficially happy. or it being temporary. what did i do wrong? why can i not get this one thing?
 Mar 2020 JaxSpade
Elsie Greek
Clients of the Unknown
to pile up the whys.
The lovely highs and lows
to lighten a demise.
Strange feelings override
to pump up the best
In us.
This stroke,
this bolt,
this blast.
It's here, it's going to last.
 Mar 2020 JaxSpade
Ivy Davenport
only answers when there's pictures

only picks up when I'm undressed

only tells that he loves me when

I'm looking at my best

I've stopped answering your calls

now I'm leaving you on read

I want to real love

not lust inside your bed
find someone who knows where real value lies...
 Mar 2020 JaxSpade
Mahogany Ree
you've created beautiful madness
deep down inside of me

explored my vacant doors
inciting flames that burn eternally

madness like torrential rains
drowning me from head to toe

however did you find the key of me
I want to ask but I don't need to know

just keep captivating my madness
invade and trust me with all of you

plant your love inside my heart
and I will eternally harvest you
 Mar 2020 JaxSpade
Amanda Goodman
i gave you all i had.
my time. my love. my effort.

all you had to give me was worry.
worry that i wasn't enough.

i repent you now.
you broke me.
no one will be able to fix me.

maybe one day i'll fix myself.
until then,
i am
broken.
I cry for things I might have done
And who I might have been.

I cry for opportunities missed
And enterprise that failed.

I cry for hands I might have held
That somehow I let slip away.

I cry beause the time is short
With so much treasure left unfound.

I cry because it’s the only thing
That’s somehow left for me to do.
                  ljm
A good cry is sometimes very theraputic.
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