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i’ve never fallen in love before
but i’m telling you
if i did,
my bones would screech and creak and crack to build you a home that doesn’t fight back
and
i would shower you with love until you drowned because i don’t know how to love unless it becomes too much someway or somehow
and
you would become all that i breathe and need and see and the very sound of your name would be enough to cause another relapse
because i’ll get addicted too soon and too fast and you’ll think it’s great
at first
until i’m publicly on my knees aching for your velvet kisses back
and
i've never cared for someone this way before
but i'm telling you
if i did,
my lungs would collapse and inflate again and again because you will be the only thing i'll ever breathe in
and
the people in my life would never amount to you, and maybe that's a little messed up but i wrote it
felt it
bled it, so it must be true
because i don't know how to let someone in unless i push every other person out and you'll love my attention
at first
until
you're throwing glass plates at my following figure
until
you're yelling regrets and things i should've considered
until
you hate me
because you don't want to be the only one
even if i want you to be.
i’ve danced with the devil because he has the prettiest eyes i’ve ever seen in my life
but i didn’t love him
i’ve kissed the hands of god because he smells like my childhood home and i liked that a lot
but i didn’t love him
i’ve cut open my skin for my first girlfriend because she promised to stay and that drove me insane
but i didn’t love her
and i’m telling you
if i did
i would write a poem convincing her that i didn’t
because i’ve never loved in a way that doesn’t became some form of a burden.
and i don’t love you
yet
but i am going to scrub my words into your naked body and i am going to promise that there’s nobody
but you
and you are going to love every second of it
because you’ve given in to destruction and seduction and you already understand everything about pain
you already know there’s everything to lose and i’m the only thing you’d gain
but that’s okay
because you’ve never fallen in love before.
i've been beaten and bruised but nothing hurts more than you
 Aug 2018 Mary-claire
JL Smith
Sometimes
My greatest strength
Requires surrender of weight
Trusting a Higher Power
Intercedes to lift
While I maintain faith

© JL Smith
 Aug 2018 Mary-claire
Caleb John
I'm so sick of a past I can't erase

I know I'm not alone in this feeling

I'm sick of hurting people even when I didn't mean too

I wish I could just burn it down and rebuild a new

But there will always be a part of me that remembers

These demons in my head whispering lies into my ear

SOMETIMES I JUST WANT TO BURN IT ALL!!!

Everything I built

Everything I broke

Every friendship I smashed

Every friendship I fixed

I remember the days when I was a hypocrite

I could spew hell fire from my lips but at the same time I was doing everything I condemned.

For those I hurt I'm sorry

I wish God would revive that warrior spirit in me I had all those years ago

I'm done with these demons and I'm done with my past

I'm done with that hypocrisy

I'm new in Christ

This is a new declaration of war on the evil part of my heart I try so desperately to rip out.

This is a declaration of war on the demons whispering in my ear.

By the grace and help from God

You will burn
 Aug 2018 Mary-claire
Vince
Facebook
 Aug 2018 Mary-claire
Vince
Disconnected but available
Alone but one of many
Smiling to those reading my words
Crying this side of the shiny screen

Feeds scrolling in front of our eyes
Organised randomness of peoples lives
Vague questions, happy memories and sad ones
Others trying to connect, to matter, to belong

We show only what we want seen
As if being held by viewers to some higher standard
Afraid to express our true selves
In fear of losing a friend we have never met

Logging out after farewells to those in foreign lands
The monitors glow extinguished
Days meld, loneliness is back
Waking on a new day that mirrors the last

Clicking a button a fan spins
The glow reignites the software boots
The browser loads, the friends appear
Its just another day, another year.
 Aug 2018 Mary-claire
Alex
!eRroR!
 Aug 2018 Mary-claire
Alex
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or not.. well i guess heres a poem then.

All I see are shapes and colors in an empty void.
An empty world, full of empty people.
I can feel, yet I have no emotion.
"Does anyone understand?" I will ask to the world.
No one hears, it seems as if they are deaf to actual problems.

The rich and happy are the ones who get pity when hurt the smallest bit.
The poor and broken are just tossed away.
We are so quick to judge in this awful society,
Unable to break free from the chains.

So that's why we write, it's a small escape.
A small bit of hope in an empty void with shapes and colors.
And that's why we have to help each other,
But we can't..
Because it's far to cold outside.
Don’t let Love
Be the reason why
you keep
On giving kiss of life
To a departed bond
If you cannot find synchronization
It may be time to let go...
Your destiny is never tied
To anybody that’s half-loving You
It doesn’t mean that life is over
and you can’t be friends
it simply means
Their part in your story is over
You’ve got to know when love
Is no longer worth resuscitation
For love is a spiritual gift
it’s not to ever be wasted on what
Wasn’t meant to be..
Let It Go
 Aug 2018 Mary-claire
Julia Ruth
It was this electric burn
This insatiable satisfaction
When your hot lips were wrapped around mine
a snake on its prey
The feeling of you kissing me-
a neglected  crave
I could never get enough
And when I had you-
It felt like you were gone
Because my mind wandered off to when I would see you next
When I could get more of you
The feeling of your hands caressing my every curve and handle
The way you tousled with my hair
As you warmed my neck with your hot touch
I could savor this sentiment for eternity
But I must forget it
For I will veer insanity
 Aug 2018 Mary-claire
Julia Ruth
Raw
 Aug 2018 Mary-claire
Julia Ruth
Raw
Those nights
When  you just lie there
And stare into space
And that feeling of your heart being ripped and tossed
Is on loop
With the same song playing over
And over
And over
Again
your eyes shut and the numbness ceases with your dreams
But you wake up
With your sheets stained of tear dried mascara
And that raw feeling
And your lips pale
Because the pain doesn’t stop when he’s gone
#alone #dark#numb #sad #anxiety
 Aug 2018 Mary-claire
egghead
We cannot write silence.
The beats.
The pause.
The breath.
The way it aches
and persists

and begs that,

if only for a moment,

our consciousness is only a whisper.
our bodies,
our lips,
the air that passes through falling chests
and stillness.

A melody of emotion.
Sleeping in the quiet of a heartbeat skipped
a word lost to the wind.

The wickedness of reticence
Encapsulated in air and time.

The moment stretched too long.
Hesitation perpetuated in the grip of fingernails
pressed into palms.

We cannot write silence,
but we can try.

to find a way to immortalize emotion
to create space
in the ceaseless drone of words that speak and spin.

I cannot write silence. But I can write
tears and years
and the burn of long-stretched lies.

I can write goodbyes and hellos
And dozen ways to say
I love to hate you
Or
I hate to love you
and sometimes
I cannot tell the difference.
Silence.
The space I have upheld for myself.

I love to hate you
Heart.

I hate to love you too.

I cannot write silence.
But I know it.
and I have held it in my hand.
Inspired by the Vanity Fair article of André Aciman's reaction to his book *Call Me By Your Name* being made into a movie. Specifically the quote, "I couldn't write silence."
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