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 Oct 2015
Lily
Let’s talk about the stars
And how grey they turn out to be when you smile
Let’s talk about the sun
That lacks radiance and gleam compared to yours
Let’s talk about all the things
That loses its beauty whenever you’re near
Now let’s talk about her
And all her imperfections, failure, and flaws
The way she adores the night
And all the blackness that it emanate
The way she cradle these demons
Miserably trapped inside her mind
Because she’s anxious she’ll be ogled
When she tell the world of it
The way she takes relief in loneliness
Because that’s the only certain entity in this realm
The way she says
“I’m okay”
Because that’s the easiest answer
While resenting alone all the pain
 Oct 2015
A Lopez
We can say it is easy being a devotee to one,
Though I will say being devoted is a full time effort'
An effort. Not in doubting. Regret, lies, word's to fret.
Giving our whole self to the other
If the other can do the same,
Not for me to question,
Not for me to know
Only our other half knows.
Only him or her that boy or girl.
As far as me
I'm a loyal devotee.
 Oct 2015
Ash
Seemingly obsessed
Latched onto this mess
Constantly depressed
Too scared to express

Locked stuck in a cage
Can't seem to get out
Drowned in my own rage
And filled with much doubt

It's swift and so quick—
This thing that they do
Horrendously sick—
This I found too true

They can't be this blind—
Enslaved to these lies?
My faith in mankind
Depletes as time flies

But standing so still,
I take a deep breath
No weapons to ****
Just hoping on death
 Oct 2015
Hanna Mae Mata
If love fails you, don’t hate it. Instead,  thank it for giving you laughs, tears, goodnight texts, and dates on Saturdays

- when you were supposed to be alone in your kitchen, chopping an ugly potato that looks lonelier than you could have been
 Oct 2015
Hanna Mae Mata
You made me hope
for something
that only exists
on the pages of a book.
The most brutal thing.
 Oct 2015
Hanna Mae Mata
It's not you
that I want back,
but my heart
that you stole.
 Oct 2015
Hanna Mae Mata
I want to believe that
to love is a choice.
For when I glanced at you
for the first time,
I had all the chance
to look away.
But
I chose to look
a second longer
and there my world
has alienated
every single concept
that I knew about choice.
 Oct 2015
Hanna Mae Mata
Of whether or not pain is even a feeling,
she’s not sure anymore.
And if it ever differs in some way from love,
she doesn’t have a clue.
 Oct 2015
Hanna Mae Mata
He is not just handsome
or tall or undeniably perfect.
Because more than anything else,
he is hers.
All along.
Ever since.
 Oct 2015
Hanna Mae Mata
She fantasizes of falling stars
breaking the bleakness of the night.
And as she closes her eyes,
she opens her heart- she then whispers
through the echoing space-

‘Lead him back to me.'

-ever so quietly, ever so longingly.
 Oct 2015
Hanna Mae Mata
I want
to be the one
you're afraid
to lose.

But you lost me
way before
you became
afraid.
 Oct 2015
Hanna Mae Mata
I realized that
the loneliest hearts
are not found
within abandoned
rooms or between
furrowed sheets.
They’re not in bars
where bitter gulps
can wash away the
saltiest tears.
They’re nowhere near
the darkest hallway
or the blurriest
of all the paths.
But the loneliest hearts
are found
squeezed underneath
the loudest laughs.
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