Late nights,
Long thoughts,
Memories come to life.

Heart racing,
Mind wondering,
Missed breaths .

I think about us,
What should have been us,
What could have been us ,
But....

I don't miss you.
I don't want you back.
No regrets.

You taught me to care,
To find trust,
To speak my mind.

I don't miss you,
I don't miss us,
I don't want us back.

I miss what you showed me.
I miss what I was,
when I was with you.

Let me break your heart.
Rip your world into pieces
And destroy who you thought you were
Then I'll ask if we can be friends. 
Funny isnt it?

That's your logic.

Rip it off.
Tear it if you must.
One quick tug,
One swift move.
Don't think about it,
No second thoughts,
No questions asked.
It's finally time...
I don't need my bandaid anymore.

The hurt is gone,
Cuts have closed up.
All that's left is a lovely scar,
Neatly tucked under my sleeve.
Time to show it off,
Let it breath.
Turn it into a story that will
Never be forgotten.
I don't need my bandaid anymore.

Espe T.

Cover my wound and I'll cover yours.
Protect what's healing;
Be the time that's needed.
Act as each other's waterproof shield,
guard what's bleeding under our sleeve.
Cover the wounds until it's time to show off the scars.
One day, I'll show them off with pride.
But until then...
Let's be each others bandaid.
I'll cover your wound and you cover mine.

-espe

When  did everything change?
When did I become fuckable,
Not dateable?
When did I become a late nite visit,
But not a dinner date?
When did I become a "need company?" text,
But not the "let's go out" call?
When did I become a 2am text
And not a 2pm "how's your day" call?
When did I become that girl?

Not dateable
Not human
Not a person
Not a soul
But just a good time.

When?

His ghost haunts him..
   She roams the halls of his memories.
   Making her presence known,
   Sounds of her voice
   echoing through the walls.
   The allure of her shadow burns him,
   The lines of her silhouette engraved
   In his mind.

His ghost haunts him day and night.
No hiding from her,
Refuge can't be found.
She'll be with him wherever he goes...

...I've gotten used to her being there...

His ghost haunts me..
No hiding from her.
She's become my ghost.

-Esperanza Torres