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i am always the i like you and never the i love you / always the i want you and never the i need you
 Apr 2020 Kaley
Rupert Pip
 Apr 2020 Kaley
Rupert Pip
Break my bones;
cut my throat.
Pull me open,
learn the ropes.

Breath me in;
taste the fear.
Shank my skin;
stand and cheer.

Kick my head;
let me bleed.
Unbolt my veins;
enjoy the read.

Gouge my eyes;
punch my face.
Wrap me up
in your embrace.
Get to know me like I do you; inside and out.
 Apr 2020 Kaley
 Apr 2020 Kaley
And over time,
My pen stopped bleeding
But my heart didn't
 Apr 2020 Kaley
Flint Holcomb
i imagine his hands are warm
they fit so perfectly in mine
my mood would instantly transform
and everything would be fine

i imagine his smile
so beautiful and bright
if everything was dark for a while
i'd know it would all be alright

but then i'm back here
in my cold, empty bed
for a man that holds me dear
only exists in my head
 Apr 2020 Kaley
the black-rose
she’s too strong,
she’s too much,
she’s too tough to love.

she’s too hard,
she’s too broken,
she’s not enough.

she’s imperfect,
she’s wild,
she’s lost in the wind.
she’s insane,
sending signs of chaos from within.
 Apr 2020 Kaley
Flint Holcomb
your tears fall free
and mingle with mine
creating a stream of sorrow,
flooding the world around us

i sink beneath the waters
and our tears fill my lungs
all i can breathe is the sadness
brought forth by my own hand

but grief is not forever
and one day these tears will evaporate,
leaving condensation on my window
and eventually become a cool spring rain
This was for a challenge I did! I was given a line and I had to write a poem around it.

”but rather evaporation, condensation, and then the rain once more.”

-Shinji Moon | The Anatomy Of Being
 Apr 2020 Kaley
Flint Holcomb
I thought I would be afraid to tell you
I don’t love you anymore.
At least, not in the way I used to.
But it came out easily,
Just like it did
When I told you I loved you
for the first time.
 Apr 2020 Kaley
Flint Holcomb
 Apr 2020 Kaley
Flint Holcomb
The weight on my chest
Excessive flesh
A distinctive sign
Separating me
From the other men in the room

— The End —