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Not Lauren Dec 2018
I’ve been trying to
Get past my past but the door
Is locked from your side
Not Lauren Oct 2018
Love is varying but you were not what I expected when the word first tarnished my vocabulary. The word is sinful and leaves such a foul taste in my mouth; no one will ever get as sick of the word as I did.

No one's ever surpassed the absurd expectations of this vile word & I don't want to stick around to find out if I’ll fall into its clutches too.
My love is ruined.
Not Lauren Oct 2018
The moon reached down to me tonight
Brushed the hair out of my eyes
And did for me what the sun does for him
Not Lauren Oct 2018
Burning heart
Matching soul
What will it take
To feel a bit whole

Spinning head
Cloud of smoke
Just one bad habit
To fix what's broke

My throat still aches
I just wanted to feel awake...
Not Lauren Apr 2018
My blindness killed my youth;

I am not made of you.

If you would see the truth,

Then you could know it too.
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  Apr 2018 Not Lauren
She Writes
I’d rather write than speak
My pen is always responsive
My ink doesn’t judge my mistakes
My paper doesn’t argue
My lines never cross me
My sentences never disappoint
And my words will never leave me
Not Lauren Mar 2018
Purple, for the strange bruises that litter my body

Green, for running rampant through the back woods

Red, for the blood-stained rocks beneath my knees

Grey, for the pale faces that remain unrecognizable

Black, for the sky's ability to cover my 3am thoughts

Blue, for the blood-filled veins that keep me alive

Yellow, for the delicate flowers off in the distance

Pink, for the rosy cheeks I wish to awake next to

Orange, for the memories of the sunsets we missed
Colors from the progression of my life. Working series 2014-present.
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