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 Apr 2018
wolflet
A hazy swingset
A pair of blue eyes
and a pair of brown eyes
both looking away
until one has the courage to speak
the words weren't important
but the look
that was given as a reply
said everything that words
couldn't explain in that moment
it was the look of someone falling in love
 Apr 2018
wolflet
a look that warmed the heart of the other
a smile that assures everything will be alright
eyes filled with wonder
a look that can be easily misunderstood
but not easily forgotten
the look of someone falling
falling so hard
that the rest of the world fades
 Mar 2018
Anika Nelson
When I asked you for your forgiveness I wasn’t looking for insults
I was looking for you
For your starry eyes once more
Your light breath sneaking into my nose
and your kisses gently brushing upon me

Instead I received your unforgiving words
Your non filtered looks
Pure darkness
And nothing but cruelty

This is where we’re meant to be
And where we’re meant to stay
At last
Peace.
 Mar 2018
wolflet
Conversations that do not require any words
Conversations that only require you to be emotionally present:
1. the lets be a thing talk
2.  I love you talk
3. the we need to end this talk
4. what are we talk
5. I am not fine talk
6. the lets make this a forever thing talk
7. I am lost talk
8. the I need help talk
9. the **** I just fell talk
10. but you already knew that didn't you
 Mar 2018
Marty
So sweet is your name
Gently crossing my tongue
With visions of love

So beautiful are your eyes
The stories they tell
With visions of love

So perfect is your voice
Tempting my heart to fall
With visions of love

So gentle is your touch
Sending tingles down my spine
With visions of love

So amazing are the thoughts
Of you and I dancing alone
With visions of love

Oh but the sweetest of moments
Looking deep onto your eyes
With visions of love

And love and love
And love
If only existed, but time has proved that it doesnt
 Mar 2018
Hannia Santisteban
Sometimes, I wish I hadn’t just been the backseat of your car,
Intoxicated. My first drunk hook up. My first. Period.
I picture myself being champagne on Valentine’s Day.
I picture myself being you, nervous in the car, holding Starbucks
because you know I love coffee. Sometimes, I picture myself as her,
calling you a stalker and ignoring your calls,
but then I see myself. I call you beautiful,
turn you into poetry, laugh at your bad jokes,
I see myself as I become your drunk Wednesday night
when you’re sad. I see myself as I say no,
I become a “this is not a good idea”
and you a “we’ll deal with the consequences in the morning.”
We laugh because this hurts too much.
You take her out for dinner and I burrow money
for Plan B because you forgot you don’t like condoms
and clearly have no idea how children are made.
I have already named him. He has your curls and
my anxiety. He is smart. Except, I never wanted kids and
you would be a great father. Instead, you tell her
the beach reminds you of her and I cry in a McDonald’s
bathroom with my friend as relief floods through me that
the test comes negative. I stop talking to you,
move forward, meet someone new and before long
see myself becoming you. Because isn’t that the cycle?
Bad men turn good women into bad women who turn
good men into bad men. I’ll set him free so he can hurt
someone like me, and I drink red wine as I read her
poems about him and me.
 Mar 2018
pearl
I thought that in two years id still be wearing his clothes like I just got home from a sleepover with him, id be smelling them even though the scents long gone, id  be burying my face into a pillow pretending its his chest

but now its two years, and im wearing a new coat of armor he helped me create and I dont need someones arms around me to feel safe, and now im shining
 Mar 2018
beth
Will you dance with me under the stars
With the crickets playing our tune
While the wind finds it's way through the trees
In the darkness of the new moon

Will you dance with me in a meadow
With the sunlight kissing your cheek
While we dream up the impossible
Adventures we continue to seek

Will you dance with me through the storm
With the cold rain soaking to the core
While we work through our disparity
May we opt to never close the door

Will you dance with me to the edges
With your hand in mine we will go
While exploring all of the boundaries
Comfortable, easy and slow
 Mar 2018
pearl
I could pour my soul out and decorate my sorries with ribbons and throw "I love you"'s all over the earth for you and all I would get in return is

read 2:06 pm
 Mar 2018
Fox
He’s all she can think about

Every typed word
Every tear soked night
Every self pitying sentence

It’s a reflection of him

Every flash back
Every harsh word
Every poem

It’s a thought of him

Every heartache
Every confusion
Every cry

It’s a longing for him

Every apology
Every blame
Every doubt

It’s because of him
She’s obsessed with him...
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