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You don't see my tears
Too wrapped up in your anger
To see that their for you.
 Jun 21 ebonymarie93
Feyre
writing and scribbling and scrawling down my all thoughts,
each and every
dark and sinister alley twisting in the curves and
    crevices
of my mind.
dusty, hidden corners filled with filth -
hidden by the shadows of my
    weighted self.
sometimes my mind feels like it's rotting
I am convinced
that 85 percent of H.P.
is composed
of chatbots.
a fake-*** poem
in the style of Rupi Kaur
Notice me
Acknowledge my existence
Talk to me
Please

Your soft black hair
Your beautiful brown eyes
Your bold and loyal smile
Your gentle and loving words

I know
I never deserve to be with you
Never deserve to talk to you
Never deserve to be in your life

Yet,
You’ve got me around your fingers
You’ve got my heart tangled in your words
You’ve got my mind hypnotise by your smile

So many ‘i want you’s i want to say
So many ‘i need you’s i want to say
So many ‘i love you’s i want to say

Yet,
I stumble when i see you
I crumble when i talk to you
I mumble when i admire you

I want you
I need you
I crave you
I love you
 Jun 21 ebonymarie93
rick
party
 Jun 21 ebonymarie93
rick
the
smell
of the
barbecue grill
taunts
my hunger pains
I walk on by
uninvited
with no place
to
go.
 Jun 21 ebonymarie93
Karen
Shadows stir - fog drifts
Lone he walks the middle path
He is not alone
 Jun 21 ebonymarie93
lyla
your hair is still on my comb,
your scent still on my shirt,
the ink of your drawings still on my calloused palm.
sometimes i look into the bathroom mirror
and remember the mist
from when you showered.
there are small traces of you everywhere,
it haunts me in the cruelest way.
my lips still taste of yours.
something i wrote a little while ago
I want to break
all the shackles
that bind my heart
to you.
I want to break free.

Take away all the hurt.  
Take away all the pain.
I want to breathe.
I  want to break free.
 Jun 21 ebonymarie93
David
If there were a bounty on your liver I would have you disembowelled.

I would read the future from your entrails and cry the answer to the crowd.

I would share the prediction with your children to see the look upon their face.

I cannot wait to get started.

I have never had so much interest in the outcome of your fate.
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