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 Dec 2020 Av
 Dec 2020 Av
he broke me more times than i can count,
more times than i'd like to say,
but i still blame myself

i thought it was all my fault,
that i was a bad boyfriend,
that i was the reason everything went wrong.
i was wrong

i think about him a lot.
i think about the scars he's left,
the few good memories there were of us,
that i loved him unconditionally,
his hugs, his touch, his lips, his hair
and the worst part is,
i miss it.
yeah <3
 Oct 2019 Av


   i would


      to be

         the poem



         the poet
 Mar 2019 Av
Drake F
 Mar 2019 Av
Drake F
"There's too much risk in love"
said the young boy,
said the old man,
"there's too much risk in not"
 Mar 2019 Av
Stained Glass
 Mar 2019 Av
Stained Glass
"Girl, if you don't love yourself
you'll always be chasing people who don't love you either."
 Mar 2019 Av
Drake F
 Mar 2019 Av
Drake F
"She conquered her demons and wore her scars like wings"
Scars are beautiful no matter what they have come from.
 Mar 2019 Av
Time changes us
 Mar 2019 Av
Then :

Stigmas shredding this rough frame
Strips of blood
boiling, wanting to explode
I feel their anger
I hear their shrieks, their war cries
I don't listen.
These monsters and me
are at war.
                                                            ­                                                  Now :
                                                               ­    Soft pink caressing this canvas
                                                          ­                                          Calm rivers
                                                                ­             nurturing, bring it to life
                                                            ­                                I feel their peace
                                                           ­  I hear their hummings, their odes
                                                            ­                               I sing with them 
                                                           ­                 my stretch marks and me
                                                                ­                                           are one.
 Mar 2019 Av
 Mar 2019 Av
There's a razor beside the bed
It's pink
It's electric

The walls are gray
The walls are gray
The walls are gray
The curtain is white
And the walls are gray

Static is my vision
The walls are gray and static
The razor is pink and electric

There is no wind
There is no light
Warmth of body does not ignite

If the bed is white then what is I?
What is she?

If the walls are gray
And curtain is white
Razor, pink, electric, shines
Then what is I?
Then what is I?
 Mar 2019 Av
Maria Etre
 Mar 2019 Av
Mike Adam
My ears are tired
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