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 Aug 2015 Anya
Taya
Addicton
 Aug 2015 Anya
Taya
You're my addiction
my guilty pleasure
everything you are
is a treasure

I tell myself
to let you go
but the urge
to see you
overgrows

You're the only one
who makes my heart pump
And you're the only one
who can make it stop

All I see
is risk after risk
but what is life
without a little
danger?
After all,
you're no stranger
I am tired, I am worn
I just realized how love could easily be dispensed for another
I loved you with every molecule of my being
I’d like to move on with you
But I guess, you want to move on with someone else
Am I too pure, too innocent for you?
Am I taking this too seriously, it scares you?
You said, I’m a "rarity", but you expect me to woo you like the previous person that devastated you?
I’d like you to think this out really carefully
Because I'm tired of the mix signals you're giving off
Because I'm tired from laying low
I’m thinking of letting you go, for real this time
I tried my best to make you aware my love
I’m sorry if it wasn’t enough
A sputtering star trying to draw your attention, shimmering haplessly
Perhaps, I’m just a speck of dust in your vast cosmos—surrounded with stars more alluring
I tried to see you as a friend, but I just can’t see things the way they were
I can’t simply revert back to my former self, and pretend nothing happened, because something did
You taught me that just because we had so much in common, even if we shared the same views, the same quirks, and once, the same longing for each other
You can still be cruel enough to leave a laceration at someone’s heart that throbs for you
You can still clog someone's lungs with tar and nails who’s very purpose is to breathe for you
Please do not have the audacity to think that my arms are always unfurled for you, because I will still love you, but no longer as a lover, but as a compassionate deserter
My heart still burns for you, but I have to look away with just enough coldness to keep my sanity
Should I take this as a trial or a memorial?
Think carefully, my soulmate
Think, very carefully, my love
 Aug 2015 Anya
Mary Alexander
Love
 Aug 2015 Anya
Mary Alexander
Here's a hint:
Don't fall into love.  
Whatever love it may be.
For you'll pause one day
You'll think to yourself
Why must this happen to me?
 Aug 2015 Anya
Helen
devoid
 Aug 2015 Anya
Helen
no words could describe
her thoughts
no colours could paint
her pain
silently
she stood
beneath
the colourless
rain
 Aug 2015 Anya
Sound Of Rain
If
 Aug 2015 Anya
Sound Of Rain
If
if i could think about you without it leaving me all choked up,
i would think about the promises you made to me,
the ideas you planted,
the smile you smiled at me,
and the way you laughed; so light hearted.

if i could talk to you and tell you all i think about,
i would tell you about how you're always on my mind,
every freaking day like 24/7,
the way you look at me when you talk,
your gaze is mesmerizing.

if i could just see you one more time
i would ask you to hug me the way
you used to before we messed up,
and i would close my eyes and wish for you
all the happiness in this world.

Because, although i don't love you anymore,
i still care about you.
And no matter what I do,
or how hard I try,
I could never stop caring.
One day, you'll understand.



I hope.
 Aug 2015 Anya
glassea
temporary
 Aug 2015 Anya
glassea
she may hurt, but she is not pain.
she may fail, but she is not a failure.
she may be tragic, but she is not tragedy.

*she may feel worthless,
but this, too, will pass.
so it's always worth reminding people (i.e. myself) that just because you feel something in the moment doesn't mean that it's permanent. an emotion is an instant, no matter how long the ache lasts, and an instant cannot define you.

(thanks for the daily!)
 Aug 2015 Anya
Polar
Hello Poetry
 Aug 2015 Anya
Polar
It's not who you are or who you know,

What you wear or where you go.

It's not your friends or family,

Its words on a page,

In this community.

The words we use can settle scores

or open doors.

So hear a heartfelt plea from me,

Let's stop the wars and do poetry.
 Aug 2015 Anya
gene
Fling
 Aug 2015 Anya
gene
“It’s kinda messed up, isn’t it?

The person whom your world once revolved around,
You talked to almost all day long,
You had sweet late night messages with,
You spent time just doing ‘no nothing’ with,

How all of a sudden,
That person just woke up and decided to—
never talk to you again.

No reason. No explanation. No words said.

Just left you hanging like you never meant **** to them.

What hurts most is how they made it look so easy.”
Dedicated to someone who goes by the name “-messha” on wlo. Keep moving forward. :)
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