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 Oct 2018 Meera
Moon Wright
I know better
Trust me
I do
Than to trust you
Or anyone else
For that matter

I know better
Believe me
I do
Than to believe
Too hard
In my dreams

I know better
See me
I do
Than to believe
In looks
Over the inside

I know better
Hear me
Than to listen
To words
I don't believe in

I know better
Believe me
Than to expect too much
From myself
Or anyone else
I know better
 Oct 2018 Meera
lovelywildflower
how are you?
good
no
i'm not good
i'm terrible
but i can't say that, can i?
so i guess i'll just say i'm okay
 Oct 2018 Meera
lovelywildflower
you were trying to make a joke
someone i barely even know
and you looked at me
expecting me to laugh
but i wasn't paying attention
i did not hear
so i laughed kind of awkwardly
and you kind of frowned
and then looked away
you're the type of person
that makes jokes with everyone
but 'awkward' is my middle name
and i just can't play your game
i'm sorry
i probably made you feel awkward
 Oct 2018 Meera
lovelywildflower
i really like the cold
it makes me feel really alive
 Oct 2018 Meera
Amanda Kay Burke
I'm simply two dozen spins around the sun
Empty shadow among the crowd
With a broken spirit, wounded heart
Beautiful hesitant head is bowed.

I bring tragedies to comforting nightfall
Stories cling to my chest
Longing to connect, afraid to trust at all
Tired but sleep refuses to give rest.
When you're so tired you can't sleep hahaha
 Oct 2018 Meera
Racheal Rodriguez
Sharpened dagger stabbed in her heart,
Ripping in two, ripping apart.
Took only a few words, but his words out her deep,
Stealing emotions, making her weak.
Two sided mirror true in reflection,
A double edged with a knife cutting connections,
Place in her heart forever reserved
The one that she loved but didn't deserve.
He twisted the dagger,  it tore her apart.
She stole what was left, she stole a broken heart.
 Oct 2018 Meera
Lemonade
Her.
 Oct 2018 Meera
Lemonade
she is a happy ending,
not everyone can wait for.
 Oct 2018 Meera
Lydia
Puzzle
 Oct 2018 Meera
Lydia
"But what if we're wrong?"
It was silent
But her thoughts echoed around in my head as we laid on top of her pickup truck
I swatted at the eighteenth mosquito chewing on my leg
I don't want this to be love

We were tangled up in the acoustic music they play on the radio on Sunday mornings
She was trying to dream up something clever to write about
And I was pretending I could learn to play guitar through osmosis,
As if blending myself in with the harmonies, finding her in every lyric, and sheer willpower would give me wings or at least magic guitar hands

She set the alarm, checked it over and over
She was not going to be late for her first day
I told her I'd be asleep when she got home, she told me she knew
I told her to wake me up

I wasn't looking for perfect
Perfect really only applies in first year physics courses
After that, we learn to fall in love with "rough around the edges" or "unique" or "unfinished"
As if their life is a puzzle that we need to complete
Just so you know, it isn't

She bought me breakfast and dropped me off
She used to tell me she loved me, but I know she didn't
She does now, so she doesn't have to say it anymore
When I said, "love," before, I didn't really mean it
Not like I mean loving the garden on the balcony of her apartment or thunderstorms in May
Even if I was a puzzle that she completed (and I'm not saying that I am), we didn't need any glue to fit perfectly
The support on this poem has been unbelievably incredible. I am so grateful for this community with all of these lovely people :)

Please comment :)
 Oct 2018 Meera
Alexander
I ripped my heart out
then put it on your silver platter
and all you can say is
“ I’ll text you later .”
I guess this is how heartbreak goes for some people.
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