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Dec 2023 · 197
Misogyny
Lina Dec 2023
I've wished I was a boy my whole life.
To get respect without demanding it.
To walk in a room and be part of the club.
To not be seen as an outsider, an irritant.

I loathed that I was treated differently.
I worked my entire life to get here,
believing that it would get better
with the fancy title and, finally, the career.

Now, I've made it. Yet, I still have to demand:
To be seen. To be CC'd on emails. To not be
excluded. Do you know how difficult it is
to have the right title, but not the right genitalia?

You can be competent, intelligent,
the smartest in the room.
But if you aren't the ideal gender,
You're just a pretty face in costume.
Oct 2021 · 963
Empty
Lina Oct 2021
The sadness has dissipated.
Not even fear remains.
It has been replaced
With absolutely nothing.
People ask how I'm doing
And I say, "Better today."
But I'm not. Raw emotion was
Replaced. With emptiness.
I'd rather feel everything
Than nothing at all.
Written a couple of weeks after I had a miscarriage and a subsequent breakup a day after my loss. Happy to say I’ve come a long way since I wrote this poem…still hurt sometimes though.
Sep 2021 · 420
wreckless
Lina Sep 2021
I'm tired of being responsible.
I miss the days of my youth
It wasn't a shock when I didn't show up.
I was always moody, blue.

I miss spending the day in bed.
Reminiscing, crying, *******.
Acting wild, getting myself
into trouble. Constantly running.

Midnight skinny dipping with men
whose mouths i'd never taste again.
nights with people whose names i had
to write down so i wouldn't forget.

it's not being an adult...
i'm fine being grown.
alcohol, drugs, ***
no one can tell me no

its the spontaneity i miss
the ability to freely
do things i shouldnt
innocent ignorant silly

i miss being wreckless
Nov 2020 · 804
Violated (TW: rape)
Lina Nov 2020
I can't sell this house
That you forcefully entered.
I have to live in it...
The scene of your crime.
I can't drive away
When memories are too vivid.
Because it is my body,
My home, that you violated.

I'm reminded of you
When I look down and see
A body that does not
Seem to belong to me.
When I sit down, I remember  
How the warm, sticky blood
Felt between my legs
As you scraped in and out.

Car keys in my ignition...
The same ones you took from me.
My purple dress...
The one I begged to keep on.
A friend's apartment I can't go to
Because it's in the same complex.
The skirt I never wore again
Because you said I was "asking for it."

Dream catchers, night lights,
Melatonin, medication...
None of them have stopped
The nightmares of you.
How can I explain to a lover
Why I cry in my sleep?
Or that it's not his fault
I cringe from his touch?

No, this crime...
I can never escape from.
And no soap or scrub
Can wash away the film
You left on my body.
A film so thin, it's invisible
To everyone.
But me.
I wrote this in January 2017 about being *****.
Jan 2017 · 769
How To Love Me
Lina Jan 2017
If you go slow, you'll feel
How my body reacts
To your gentle touches.

If you close your eyes,
You'll feel my back arch
And the shivers on my skin.

My moans are softer,
But even more desperate.
I beg for more tenderness.

Fast is physically good
For you, but gentle
Is emotional for me.
Jan 2017 · 1.2k
"Good Girl"
Lina Jan 2017
My hair, knotted in your clenched fist,
Passion. Pure and raw.

Your taste, on my lips, in my mouth.
Skin. Bodies glistening.

My scent around your mouth,
Moans. Soft, desperate.

Your warmth fills my body.
My reward. "Good girl."
Sep 2016 · 902
Paradise Angel
Lina Sep 2016
Friendships are more difficult
Because you can't find an easy way
To separate love from lust.
A hug is never just that...
Because for just a split second,
You can feel the connection, the trust.

You project an air of sensuality.
You can't help it...
It's in your talk, walk, the way you move.
Your rawness scares them.
It makes you unique, different.
And they're left craving only you.

They think it's a good thing
Because you're blessed with the body.
You could make men fall at your feet.
But you don't.
Kind, gentle, soft, you're not of this world.
Paradise is where your mind and body meet.

You will always be a heartbreak away
From the anger men will impose
On your delicate soul.
In the end, you'll be alone
Because you fear intimacy.
My Perfect Angel, whose heart he stole.
Inspired by the woman who has it all, but can't give to all.
Sep 2016 · 2.1k
Atropa Belladonna
Lina Sep 2016
She was my own Atropos.
Eyes dark like belladonna's berry.
Her breath gave me life,
Her shears were slowly closing.

I waited every night for Atropa Belladonna,
But flowers only bloom by day.
I knew that she could never be
Mine only...my Deadly Nightshade.

So I let her go. By day, she is another's.
But only 'til the midnight hour...
When I am hers and she is mine.
And the night is forever ours.
Inspired by the Deadly Nightshade, one of my favorite flowers, and an almost lover.
Sep 2016 · 676
Just Friends?
Lina Sep 2016
Forever yours, I was never mine.
Born to love you, I'll never escape
From your grasp. But...I don't want to.
You're my final destination, my fate.
Our first kiss masked our pasts.
Years of tragedy and mistakes.

Moving on is just another man
Until we can be together again.
Crying over you and a wound
That was never meant to mend.
Trying to ignore the passion that lingers...
We could never be just friends.
Sep 2016 · 816
Scoreboard
Lina Sep 2016
Another tally on my scoreboard.
It was only supposed to have one,
But now, there were four diagonal lines.
Twenty x "now what have you done?"

We pretended there was a chance,
But every mark after III was a pawn.
A new player in my game of control,
Facing guns that were already drawn.

Sharp breath, arched back, closed eyes.
Each time, I felt something new.
His scent, his breath, his voice...
But none of it was what I felt with you.

Number 8 had tattoos and baby blues.
A first for both, but so much more.
He was 1 for the first date, first time.
...Does that make me a *****?

I'll always hate the number 10
Because I woke up to him touching me.
He promised it was "just cuddling."
I still got insomnia out of necessity.

"Look in my eyes, don't say a word."
Number 18, passion, attraction, allure.
My biggest secret was that I loved him.
And...he was my teacher.

Secrets and embarrassments.
More reasons for regret.
Let me show you the truest part of me:

Ruined by men, both evil and passionate.
Sep 2016 · 350
Satisfaction
Lina Sep 2016
Your scent lingers after I get home.
A clothes change hides the scent.
I keep a pack of mint gum
to mask the taste of your lips.

Code names, night mode, new excuses
To make up so I can see you.
It's dangerous, but you're safe.
White with shades of blue.

The guilt is too much to bear...
But the pleasure fits in that same category.
Favorite moments are ones with you,
The rest are lived absentmindedly.

Your fingertips on my thighs.
In between bites and moans,
I'm thinking, "I shouldn't stay..."
But I'm wondering how far we'll go.

I'm a sad girl, I'm a bad girl, but
My heart's unbreakable if I have you.
It's emotional as much as physical.
What he can't satisfy, you do.
Sep 2016 · 844
Pleasure and Pain
Lina Sep 2016
Love is the sting of salty tears
In a still gaping wound.
I know because memories still linger...
I buried everything else with you.

The taste of blood
On our tongues after the fight...
The reason why they didn't know
What this addiction was like.

How much would we get by with?
How often? For how long?
Shield up, prepare for the storm.
It came after every calm.

We passed the point of no return.
You got the whips and canes.
Started with pleasure, ended with pain.
Passion goes both ways.
Feb 2015 · 1.3k
Torture
Lina Feb 2015
We danced…a night of passion, your hands, our hearts.
The tango, waltz, and rumba. Bodies hot,
The romance begins when quiet music starts.

Your fingers trace my lips as I talk…
“I need you.” Lean in, kiss me, bite my lip.
Give me the drug you know I crave. Don’t stop.

It is more than lust. A sinking ship
Is what we’ve made this. Broken, yes. But still…
In love. Your love, my wine. I’m hooked with one sip.

Abuse? The pain? The hurt? My daily meal.
And still…I stay. I love too much, too deeply.
No one knows what we go through, lips sealed.

You always trick me and I run back. Can’t see
The damaged, stained and bloodied, lifeless soul
You have left me with. Alone, content to be?

To me, you are hot and burning coals.
Too close, and risk the blisters embers make.
Perhaps that’s why my heart is gaping with holes.

I always give…and you always take.
To think…one single night started all this.
My hurt, kind heart is quickly learning to hate.

But when I say goodbye, the company’s missed.
That’s why I always come back to beg for more.
I need your touch, your heart, your voice, your kiss.

I’ll leave again, like many times before.
To come back…wondering what I’m trying for.
I wrote this poem while trying to stay within the strict guildelines of a Terza Rima.
Feb 2015 · 2.5k
Triangle
Lina Feb 2015
I try so hard to make him love like I
Love him, but he’s incapable of caring.
I’d given up my romantic desires. But then,
You came into my life and showed me love.
Forever changed. My heart? Forever yours.

And even though this isn’t right, this affair,
I can’t resist the emotional bliss. You get
Me…something no one else has ever done.
Attraction isn’t in the way you look, but
The way you make me feel. I need you near.

Although you know I love him, and always will,
You won’t give up on me. But why? Why?
Not lust, I know. Not beauty either, for I
Am not one whose beauty stands above all else.
Perhaps it is the mind. Your mind and mine.

Maybe it’s wrong. And maybe I shouldn’t try
With you. But my heart is torn in two directions.
On one hand, you. The one that cares…and shows it.
The other, him. The one I can’t refuse.

I love two people…people I can’t have.
Blank Verse written for my college class. Iambic pentameter.
Jan 2015 · 1.1k
You and Me
Lina Jan 2015
If my heart was a bouquet of flowers,
The pungent smell from sitting too long would be their scent.
If life was a box of chocolates
Mine would be left with only white chocolate and mint.

If you were a type of wine,
You’d be the dry kind that burns my throat.
If our relationship was coffee,
It would be tainted with burnt espresso.

But I…I’m like a bird.
The type of bird that comes back home.
And you are the eagle.
Always wanting to be alone.

All I ask for is attention…
Love isn’t money, it’s time.
Lonely, sad, unloved…
All of these feelings are mine.

You never seem to care.
I could cry and you would laugh.
I guess I could leave again.
Just to turn around and come back.
Jan 2014 · 466
Love and Lust
Lina Jan 2014
I don't always know what I want.
I can't always love who I am.
But how can one love themselves...
If no one has loved them?

How can one know what affection is
If it has never been shown?
Can that being give someone their heart
Indefinitely. Not merely on loan?

Is it a process? Or is it a gift?
It sure is funny, this thing we call love.
We all say it to express a feeling...
A high, maybe adoration; just a yearning of.

I'm tired of lonely days and restless nights
Pondering this thing that may just be a myth.
Just when I think it may have found me,
I wind up harder, colder...more stiff.

All of the risks I take hoping and praying.
Only end up making it harder to trust.
So I find beauty in words, in poetry, in pain.
Because if we give up on love...
We'll have to settle for lust.
Oct 2013 · 421
A Love Story
Lina Oct 2013
I remember her words to me.
"You can never like him."
I also remember the first day...
I wished it would never end.

We were so young, so free.
And decided to take a chance.
Our life was perfect...
I knew it'd be from the first glance.

But then, it happened.
We couldn't be together.
And you broke every promise;
Always and Forever?

I couldn't be mad.
I knew it wasn't your fault.
But even so...
You still broke my heart.

And now, two years later,
Here we are.
Grasping at straws...
Trying to ignore the scar.

I knew it would come to this
Because true love can't die.
I have only question...
I'll be yours...but will you be mine?
Oct 2013 · 622
More of You
Lina Oct 2013
You don't know how much I want this...
I wish I could tell you how scared I am.
Because I'd be willing to put everything on the line,
But I don't want to get hurt again.

At first, I felt unappreciated, but honestly,
I never was able to stay mad at you for long.
And now, it's as if every wish has come true.
I feel like I'm living a love song.

But how long will it be before you leave?
Will you? Could you? Would you?
You promise that you won't...
But what will be your choice if they make you choose?

Even though we haven't been together for a while...
You're the one person I still can't get over.
I don't care about the past or who doesn't like us.
I don't even care about what you did with her...

I just want you again.
I want to love you and feel your touch.
The problem is that no matter how much I get
It will never, ever be enough.

I'll always need more of you.
May 2013 · 2.0k
Superman
Lina May 2013
It's like a tidal wave
has grabbed and swept me under.
It's mending my heart
that has been scattered asunder.
I'm drowning in an ocean
full of emotions and feelings.
But, still, the endless care
you give has left me scared and reeling.

It's like the stars
in the Milky Way Galaxy.
With every breath and every dream
I live on the hope that this isn't a fallacy.
It feels as if there are
endless possibilities and no limits.
Yet, even though I try,
I'm terrified, no matter how you spin it.

If I fall into the earth,
I'll call out and hope you hear.
I hope you stay my superman
and destroy my every fear.
I hope you never let go
if you reach out your hand to save me.
If you can save me from myself
I promise, yours, to forever be.
May 2013 · 591
My Love
Lina May 2013
I promised myself
to never love a man.
I told myself
that it would only hurt.
I lied to myself
when I said I didn't love you
and that I never could.

I believed you
When you said you'd never hurt me.
I trusted you
when you said I could.
I put my faith in you
just to have you break my heart
into a hundred little pieces.

He tells me
exactly what I need to hear.
He promises me
the same things you did.
He tells me
not to worry...
but he's still not you.

He thinks you
ruined me. Maybe you did.
He says you
pushed me too far. That's true.
He hates you
for hurting me and making it hard
to ever trust again.

Because he wants my heart,
but I won't give a broken heart away.
May 2013 · 659
Friend Zoned
Lina May 2013
I always say no and can usually resist,
But you somehow change my mind.
Even though my heart knows it's wrong...
You make it feel so right.

The feel of your fingers through my hair
Sends chills up and down my spine.
You can't hide the satisfaction you feel
When you say, "You'll always be mine."

The strange thing is that I know it's true.
You're the worst addiction I've had.
And even though addictions can't be good...
I never feel too bad.

So I'll take a breath and take a risk
Hoping we'll become more than friends.
But I know that after you have everything of mine...
You'll still be hers in the end.

— The End —