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Everybody wants to be,
loved somewhere, somehow internally.

Everyone's trying with heart ,
To be so the same, or be so apart.

looking for love, in all the wrong places.
gliding through applications;
rejecting, accepting, based just on their faces.

Denying love ,
Defying love,
and simply not trying love.

but its tough to be loved in the this day and age;
because we judge people on how they look on a page.

Alas..

Everybody wants to be,
loved somewhere, somehow internally.
it's tough out there sometimes guys.
 Jun 2014 Cassie Stoddard
Diana C
And last night my lips melted into a boy,
Who only wanted 7 minutes in heaven
But kept my mind in hell the morning after.
And the weeks to follow.
How was I to know that disguises were not just made for high school plays.
How was I to know what exists in sweet brown eyes and golden hair.
My parents warned me about drugs and getting run over by fast paced cars, but never about the addictive  feeling you give me when I think of you and the fast paced beats my heart makes when you lie about loving me. I really wish I could fool myself into believing you just for a kiss longer.
my ribs are doing that jerky
breathing thing again
and im not sure if it's the smell of
your perfume that's suffocating me,
or the replay of memories that are
still creeping into my brain
whispering in my ear "remember.."
pulling on each string of my heart
ripping and tearing it apart

the memories i spend over 15
hours a day trying to shove into the back of my head and forget,
i stupidly keep writing about
Three jobs, seven cats,
crooked glasses, and wet hair.
*(I know you want me.)
© Bitsy Sanders, June 2014
If you're the moon,
I'm the sun,
hopelessly chasing night
but you're on the run.

Or maybe I'm the tide.
and as I taste your shore,
I'm ****** out to sea,
desperately longing for more.

I never dreamed of being
your tragic impossibility,
but for you and me,
love was never meant to be.

*m.w.
6/25/14
This is how I am
If you don't like it
Don't stay.
Simple as that

I've come to be
The kind of person
that doesn't stick around so long

I don't know who I am anymore
I don't know what I've become

Have you ever looked in the mirror
and seen a monster staring you down

I don't know who I am anymore
I constantly play games
I tug on their heart strings only
to rip them out when I leave
And leaving is something I've become good at

What am I supposed to tell you
That it's not you
It's me
Technically that is true
But that's not the point

What scares me the most is
Not being alone
But
Knowing that
Sooner or later
I'm going to leave you like the rest

I asked and she told me
It's normal
We're young
You don't have to commit

Just because this may be somewhat normal
Doesn't make it okay

I run around
hurting people and
playing with their heads
Whether I know it or not
he dove in first,
and the blue hugged his hips like a blanket underwater.
it thanked him, blessing his body with its tongue,
as if he was its reason in being blue.
I followed him, only seconds later –
left my conscience with my clothes on the brink of the pool,
joining him in the middle of the deep end.
the water enveloped our bodies, and wrapped him
in its own set of linens, kissing him goodnight and
laying him down to rest.
I watched, as it swallowed him whole. it filled our bones with whispers.
I felt his fingers tug at my toes, and I let my body sink
down to the point where my ears popped
and my joints dislocated, underneath the surface
of the swimming pool.
the hum of the filter sang its own song, echoing from the surface down,
releasing some of the pressure that had built up on my freckled shoulders.
I matched my soul to his, and tried to reassure myself
that even though it was after midnight,
the promise of the day still lingered on our sun-spotted skin.
as rain pelted the top of the water,
it shattered the reflection the moon had created on the glass.
I tried to find your heart in the deep murk,
but unable to find mine first – I sank.
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