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 Aug 2020 Angel
JK Cabresos
Blind
 Aug 2020 Angel
JK Cabresos
Love is not blind,
but he who did not see your worth.
Copyright © 2018
I feel like I’ve seen it all.
The rise and fall.
Ive never meant to make it past 19,
Felt love, hate and betrayal, thanks to the fates.
This is a cruel world, and I’ve known it since the beginning.
A black sheep never knowing what I was missing.
Forgive me for the pain that I’ve caused, but I don’t think I can feel these things anymore.
The suns still asleep, as I lay awake.
My company is the lonely moon, so lovely her face.
Melancholy, I wonder why she’s so sad.
Can I make you smile?
Let me wipe the tears from your face and enjoy your company.
We can sit in silence and let our eyes spill our secrets.
Tell me your fears, dreams and wishes.
Maybe then you won’t be so sad.
Shine for me my love.
 Jan 2020 Angel
savspoetry
Moon
 Jan 2020 Angel
savspoetry
*      *      *      and you are      *      *            
   *           *  just­ like the moon *      *          
*        *   *      -----so, alone-----      *      *    
   *      *    but you shine bright  *      *    
*     *            at the darkest  *      *     *
   *      *      *     of times  *      *      *      *    
*           *           *           *         *          
 Jun 2019 Angel
scully
I want to write about what hurts because I think it will
Stop me from hurting. If I put these words on
A page then they will be easier to digest.
Poetry isn't curative by creation, it is
Just confession. Still, these remedial
Lines are what I turn to when I am holding
Too much in my hands. Right now, I feel
Like I am overflowing onto the ground below me.
For the first time,
I don't want to write about what hurts. I want
To keep it inside of me and let it burn me. I want
To carry it in my palms for as long as I can.
I should write
About how we've said goodbye so
Many times that it turned into a threat, a weapon
We made with our tongues.
I should write
About how I lied and got away with it,
How you got caught with
Your hands tied and no one to blame.
I should write
About how it was over before we waved the white
Flag, and I know what it means now
To hold onto a sinking ship.
I've never had anything to die for.
I should write about how I've never wanted
Something so much that I devastated it completely.
We loved in harsh conditions, under sun and darkness and
I don't know how to write about how
The love didn't save us.
I don't write about letting go as much as I write about
Holding on, and I want
That to change.
I don't want to write hurt just to feel it.
The next poem I write about you will be
About me. About how I held on and how I let go.
It won't be about your love, it will be about
Mine. It won't stop me from hurting, but
It is how I make it out
Of my love alive.
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 Jun 2019 Angel
Olivia A Keaton
Silly me to think of hope,
I'd be less confused if
my head were filled with dope.
O.K
Love is actually hopelessly confusing.
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