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 Jan 2019
blackbiird
I watched you water my petals
Soaking my roots with your love
But then the drought came
And you left me thirsty.

My petals wilting away
From your abandonment.
And I watched as my soul died
In the lonely drought.
 Jan 2019
Char
watched in her cage with blazing eyes,
a casket was hidden
with hurt and blame
within the hearts of two

She braced
the words and actions of callousness,
the usual,
disrespect

he flamed a stem of anger
in her patient heart
and carved collected wounds
in her bleeding heart,
cloaking her sunlight
within a kaleidoscope

With every fight,
their heart spoke like titanic ships,
screaming chords from broken strings
in sunken seas

with every fight,
she poured her heart and soul to him (once more),
bearing her heart
with unscripted honesty,
reflected in apologies and thought.

with his words spoken,
"I love you. We will fix this,"
tears stream down,
unbroken
but she wonders if the truth is faded
with empty promises,
no action
But for now, I will keep believing in him.
P.S. Critiques on how to improve this would be greatly appreciated! i think i stumbled at the end and it's probably quite confusing
 Jan 2019
Char
dawn, the epitome of I
for I rise as bright as fire
despite the abuse of life
despite the breaking point of a tighrope
in a circus

I am the moon
for I am a victim of meteors,
that punctured holes of words.

but the moon is I,
as it snatches my sleep
and reminds
me I am white,
for my soul is a vessel without substance,
a crippling facade at war.
I'm going to be posting another similar one as pt.2 ( a continuation or one in detail)
 Jan 2019
Char
have you ever loved someone so deep
you forgive them
for breaking you
and still —
wish them the best?
Have you?
 Jan 2019
Mr Shankley
I kissed a girl with a broken smile;
nothing could come near.
She carved it with a pocket knife;
slit from ear to ear.
And she wears it like her favourite scarf;
it keeps her from the cold.
So I told her its only woven by
her enemies of old.
 Jan 2019
Cmi
Are you afraid
of getting lost
In the depths
of my eyes?
We are already
merged in
Each other’s eye
Until we die
Fear will vanish
If we learn to fly


©sobbingsoul
 Jan 2019
Robin Lemmen
There is art
In your heart
Painting pictures
When I lay
My head down on your chest

There are songs in your eyes
Singing lullabies
When you hover
Pin me down
With your stare

There is a poem
On the tip
Of your tongue
I taste it
When I kiss you

You are tortured
Stereotyped
My jaded lover
I hear it
When you won't talk
 Jan 2019
Alle
our relationship was
filled with toxic chemicals
that
       s l o w l y but
                    s u r e l y
crept into
my body
          my head
                    my heart
the way your love
    did
         not
 Jan 2019
stranger
How is it that
everyone
Is so good at
destroying themselves
?
We're all so good at ruining our own life
Dark lies often have a darker truth.
In the End, It will all fit together.
 Jan 2019
blackbiird

The beauty of walking in
the rain is that no one sees you cry.
instead, we are just strangers
getting water in our eyes.

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