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  May 2015 Sydney Ann
Psychoticries
Your words are crystal clear
But my loving dear,
This love we share, I seem to fear.

Your words sound so sweet
But the truth is my love,
You were never truly mine.

Our love is like a trapped bird
Dying in its cage.
Longing for that one last taste of freedom.

And now,
Just like every other love story
I must let you go.
Because when we love something too much,
We must set it free.
Sometimes,  we have to let go of the things we love too much.
  May 2015 Sydney Ann
vinny
Your smile* is medication to me
Your story is inspiration to me
Your body is an addiction to me
Your words are hallucinations to me

Your love was what saved me
Your eyes were what enslaved me
Your mind was what craved me
Your tears were what caved me

Your looks are what will conceal me
Your hatred is what will chill me
Your anger is what will fill me
Your departure is what will **** **me
I like this a lot. hoping you see these regrets
  May 2015 Sydney Ann
Ivy Swolf
Why do the most truthfully heartfelt
statements begin with, "I know it's silly, but..."

No. Stomach your apologies so that
the rest of you won't remain
undiscovered. You're a map made of
resignation
with feelings about yourself more
tangled than yarn woven in and around
all your bones.

I want to make brutal honesty the new
fad. Have everyone fall in love with boldness
in words
so that it becomes
therapeutic to hand out paper keys during
conversations
to unlock someone's heart.

Scream out at the top of your lungs,
I WAS A FAKER TILL NOW
and smile
because you know you've never spoken
truer words
and because
nobody knows it.

Honesty has now become your
secret, and it will be the lightest
load you've ever had to bare.
probably could have written it better but I didn't feel like going back and changing the whole thing... my muse for this: wallflowers
Sydney Ann May 2015
You.                                 you
Even on the edge
of sleep
of death
of dawn
a knife
You are the thought that keeps me.
I stare at the ceiling
and you are the thought that makes me get up,
the thought of seeing you again

When I wish it was over because
I just can't be alone anymore
thinking of you puts the knife
rope
pills
back on the table
I can't do that without seeing your face
your smile
one
       last
                time
                                              before I sink to the soft black night for forever
You are my dreams
my heart
you
are the reason
I am here
  May 2015 Sydney Ann
Jan Harak
I can hear the endless sounds
of my soul bleeding
and down the drain it goes
and all that was right
is now wrong
until it disappears completely
that's what it is
living alone
in a nether
with no family
with the world chewing you
ever so slowly
and pushing you back
in a trashcan "not normal"
or box for "socially acceptable"
and so called friends
lurking in shadows
waiting for you to fall
so they can salvage what is left
and you are alone
alone and your legs broken
that will teach you not to stand
alone and you will never be "home"
with bleeding soul
and heart so cold
that it gives you shivers
out of touch
and out of control
lets write him off as "lost"
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