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 Jul 2016 Isabel
Rhianecdote
I didn't ask if you got over your first love

I asked if you got over your first heartbreak

**They're two different things.
Love doesn't have exclusive rights to heartbreak, or maybe it does, just not always in a romantic form. Just a thought...
 Jul 2016 Isabel
axr
heartbreak
 Jul 2016 Isabel
axr
Why
the
****
is
it
called
a heartbreak
when
your
heart
pumps blood
and
if you don't have it
*you
*******
die
perks of being a forever alone
Excuse me sir, but
"Heartbreak" isn't metaphor
It's physical pain.
 Feb 2016 Isabel
Torin
follow
 Feb 2016 Isabel
Torin
All I know
Is that your beautiful
And I would be happy if you would follow me
Because I'd follow you

To the ends of the earth
 Feb 2016 Isabel
Aztec Warrior
You Asked**

You asked, who are you?
A question I’ve been contemplating lately.
Often the answer alludes me
as the tin man inside
looks for a heart
and sees only the emptiness
I didn’t want to find.
~~~
Sometimes I wonder
what is this smoke and ashes existence
and why do I feel
this cold wind rush through me,
steal my words,
my resistance of pain.
Or allow this river wash over me
removing these memories of you,
your touch
and warm embrace.
~~~
You asked, who are you?
I no longer know.

Aztec Warrior 2.5.16
thanks for reading.
https://youtu.be/yPpoZiDlNlg
 Nov 2015 Isabel
From Jess's Lips
Have you ever
taken a picture
of a sunset,
just to realize that
you'll never capture
the true
colors,
the intense
emotions,
the full
beauty
of that moment?

Have you ever
taken a picture
of the crescent moon,
only to find that
you'll never catch
the unfolding
mysteries,
the brilliant
light,
the unwavering
loyalty
of that moment?

That's how I feel
when I try to
write poems
about you.
And yet, here I am, still trying.
 Nov 2015 Isabel
M Catherine
So this is why they call it
falling
you're looking at the view and then you're hit
Cupid's arrow pushed me off as I'm calling
your name.
It's like a song on my tongue
and nothing else will be the same
and even though I am so young
and nothing could ever happen between
you and me.
I fall anyways, a broken young teen
who can only see what she wants to be
and the one who could love her
if only he'd try,
And even though she is sure
She still wants to cry
because out of all of the boys in the whole wide world
she wants the foul-mouthed boy
yeah, she wants to be his girl.
It's funny how someone who gives me so much joy
can also cause me so much pain
in the heart, in the chest
on the lips, in the brain.
Why couldn't I want the best?
when you aren't near,
I can talk myself out.
You're an ******, dear
and you do like to shout.
Yet my brain finds you endearing
and I know I can't stop
even though you can't be hearing
these words, my heart seems to pop
out of my rib cage when you're here.
Everything else goes away
and even if your intentions are unclear,
somehow that is a-okay.
My whole being manages to see
every little detail of you
somehow liking me.
And that's how I know my eyes are untrue
Because even if I'm somehow deluded
by the ******* jacket and big brown eyes,
there's a place in your heart where I'm not included
just because I have such a good disguise
So in the end, I can't love you
it's like swimming with a 140 pound brick
yet, I still do
even though it makes my logic sick.
And as I drown in my emotions,
sinking down with a smile.
As I drown in that ocean,
I hope to see you in a while.
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