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 Jul 2015 Davy
susan
a cleaning
 Jul 2015 Davy
susan
standing in an open doorway
i breath in the wet pavement
savoring the raw freshness
of a very good rain.
 Jul 2015 Davy
susan
who am i
   thee with brittle heart...
to ridicule
another's proclamation
of true love?

...to sneer at a tortured soul
bewildered by the
soulmate
who decided the love offered
wasn't enough

who am i
to watch, amused
at the vain attempts to still
the desperate beating of a heart
that yearns for the return
of a long, lost love

who am i?

i am the cheated survivor
of a once loudly proclaimed love affair
with a soulmate
that left me yearning
for the love i once thought
i had.
 Jul 2015 Davy
S
fire weed
 Jul 2015 Davy
S
I've disappeared from your list
and I live in hope,
that maybe,
I won't be missed
 Jul 2015 Davy
IcySky
(10w)
 Jul 2015 Davy
IcySky
Sometimes there is no reason behind what I am feeling.
 Jul 2015 Davy
IcySky
Why do I fight for something,
for someone who's going to betray me?
You said you loved me,
you said you'd stay.

I told you my deepest secrets,
my deepest regrets,
my deepest fears,
you used them against me.

You fed me lies,
I never knew if you were honest,
if you ever told the truth,
did you ever really love me?

I gave everything to you,
you took it when you left,
everything I was,
everything I will be.

My heart,
my love,
my trust,
but the pain you left.

Being betrayed by someone
I never thought would hurt me,
and I let you use me,
but this time...

I give up.
I'm leaving,
walking away....
I will no longer be hurt by you.

I'm moving on,
and forgetting your name,
My heart may need to heal,
but my mind is made...

Good-bye
past love.
 Jul 2015 Davy
Mel Little
My heart is breaking.


               I pretend that I don't care.
I'm having a panic attack right now and I have no one.
 Jul 2015 Davy
Jerielle Lasac
I'm an image of actions and floral words
I could be a poem in another world
They hymn when someone strums the chords

But I am no image of someone in the history
I'm a poem more likely not to rhyme
A music unlikely for the ears

I'm the three lines on the expected four-line-poem
The disappointment to the words at the end
A sound you will not recognize

I'm an art made of flaws
Made in time of burn and fire
Maybe to dust I came, to dust I'll belong

A hypocrite of my own
My thoughts betray me more than my words
A sinner who creeds at night, whole but shattered

But I am graced, making me beautifully flawed
The novel that may leave you warm yet hanging
Like how I am built with good intentions and wonders
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