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Makayla Feb 2019
You told me a story
Of how you left
A young girl who became too depressed

She spoke in monotone
When you'd call on the phone
And that affected you

But instead of trying to help her
You left

Now I sit and wonder
'Am I next?'
Based on the exact words my friend said to me.
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Makayla Feb 2019
Maybe you're an introvert
But really bubbly and carefree among those you know best
Maybe you don't have many friends and that's okay
But sometimes you need the type of people that bring out that side of you
Maybe one day you'll get yelled at
Because you're laughing too loud in the hallway with that special best friend
As you leave class early
But all you have to tell them is,
"I'm existing loudly."

Leave a legacy,
Exist loudly
I really don't know what this is so I apologize if this *****.
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  Feb 2019 Makayla
Vic
Fire turns cold, Forests lose their magic, mirrors break. Poets lose their words, And I lose you. We create stories without knowledge of what's about to come. We lie when we speak the truth. Eyes shining, Heads turning, Pens writing. Books whispering, Flowers shining in moonlight. Ink covers my skin, Brushes in a lake. A wall of reasons to die, to live and to keep me away from you. When I want to write, My story is yours. We'll never get there. Secrets spilled over long forgotten days. Mind turns cold, eyes turn gold. Want to be the one to speak her name as mine. Fell into my own lies, Confusion is me. Why do i keep when i want to lose this. Nothing breaks like you. I'm stuck. You can see, what if we both don't want this reality. Why me?
  Feb 2019 Makayla
Sehar Bajwa
i know what love is
love is pain.


love is handing them the knife to slash at your chains
but hoping they
don't stab you in
the back.


love is disappointment

it is waiting up for messages never sent
hoping someone remembers
to remember you.


Love is a word over spent
very seldom meant
its the arrow of Cupid that kills you.
its an emotion that disappears
after it catches you unaware
its the want not the need that fills you
both elixir and poison
the apocalypse in the horizon
the fear of the loss that thrills you.
the walls not the bridges
the cuts not the stitches
the fire and the thirst that wills you.
love just is.
Makayla Feb 2019
I've always liked quiet people;
You never know if they're dancing in a daydream
Or if they're carrying the weight of the world
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