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 Dec 2017 F
She Writes
You Lied
 Dec 2017 F
She Writes
You lied when you said
You’d love me no matter
The thoughts in my head
The reality is sadder

You’re never there
When I need you the most
Less you could care
I live with a ghost

I’m at fault too
You’re Not the only to blame
I have a secret or two
You and I are one in the same

You’re a liar and I’m a cheat
At least we know where each other sleeps
 Dec 2017 F
She Writes
Something felt wrong
I told you no
But you were so strong
I had no choice

I was only five years old
When all this began
How could you be so cold
You were supposed to protect me

Let’s play a game; hide and seek
I was to hide
I wasn’t to speak
You always found me

Hunted me like prey
Ripped off my clothes
As I began to pray
Clenching my eyes

Singing songs in my brain
Keeping my mouth shut
Pretending not to feel any pain
To scared to do anything more

For years you abused me
Until one day you were caught
I was finally free
Or so I thought

The memories of what you’ve done
Haunt me every time darkness replaces the sun
 Dec 2017 F
She Writes
What is Love really?
Is it really affection?
Or an obsession?
The line is blurred

When you love someone
So madly
That you lose yourself
Is that love?

Constantly thinking, analyzing,
Obsessing
Every detail of a relationship
Is that out of affection?

The pain in your chest
Thinking about them with someone else
Is that jealousy because of affection?
I am not convinced
 Dec 2017 F
She Writes
Lies
 Dec 2017 F
She Writes
Your lips tell the simplest of lies
How much you love me
I’m beautiful in your eyes
How gullible can one be

I’ve forgiven before
I’ll forgive again
always coming back for more
Perhaps I live for the pain

Why can’t I just say no
Pack up my things
Finally let go
Stretch out my wings

My brain tells the simplest of lies
I need you, without you I’ll die

T.E.
 Dec 2017 F
Miracle
Do Not Tell Her
 Dec 2017 F
Miracle
You cannot tell her she's beautiful,
You cannot tell her you love her,
You cannot tell her she's your world
When she's at her best moments.

You may only tell her those things,
If you're ready for her to have those off days,
If you're ready for her to not always wear makeup,
If you're ready to deal with her mood swings,
If you're ready for her to be clingey some days and distant others,

You cannot tell her any of the pretty little comments,
Unless you can handle her
Alone at two A.M.
As she's struggling with life,
And wondering why

She is not enough to win her own internal battles
-Don't you dare tell her you can handle her all the time if you're only ready to handle her at her best.
 Dec 2017 F
She Writes
Do Not Assume
 Dec 2017 F
She Writes
Do not assume
Because I stay quiet
When you are angry
That I am weak

It takes far more strength
To stay silent
Than it does to say
All the hurtful things on my tongue

Do not assume
Because I love you
With every fiber of my being
That I can’t live without you

I have lived
After having my heart
Ripped straight out of my chest
Multiple times
 Dec 2017 F
Jay
Damaged people love you like a crime scene
Before any crime had been committed
They kept their running shoes right next to their souls every night
One eye opened in case something changed whilst they were asleep

Damaged people love in the most broken way
Damaged people love in the most gentle way
Damaged people do not love
Damaged people love too much

Their backs are always too tense, too tight
Made this way from carrying too many broken things
Because we all know broken things are the heaviest
Just look the weight of a broken heart

Damaged people will love that too
Damaged people love broken things
Because they remind them of themselves

Damaged people take broken things
And love them to the end
Trying to find that one broken thing
That will fit their cracks.

Damaged people love so well

They love like this because they have already seen Hell
And they know that every evil demon
Was once an angel before they fell.
 Dec 2017 F
Grace Spellman
why.
 Dec 2017 F
Lexie
Rejection
 Dec 2017 F
Lexie
My wildest dream is this
That I would mean to you
What you have always been to me

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