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 Dec 2016 IvyB Xx
You're a one night stand
But we spent too many nights
I lost count of it.

You're that unexpected kiss
On a drunken wasted night
Of vomits and *****.

You're that awkward hi
Exchanged by strangers who
Thought they both knew each other
But were clearly mistaken for another.

You're the bruise that turns blue
When I accidentally bump my leg
On the corner of the bed.

You're the scar that I never
Knew I had.

You're the bittersweet taste in
My mouth every morning.

You're the last thought lingering
In my head before slumber takes me
And you're the vagueness that
Haunts me in my dreams.

You're the scalding hot shower
In a cold freezing morning.

You're the boiling tea that numbs
My tongue for the rest of the day.

You're the obsession
I will never learn to let go of.

You're that person I will
Never get to call mine.

You're the one that got away.
 Dec 2016 IvyB Xx
Have you ever met someone who has an irrational fear?
Of course you have
Well, my irrational fear is love and I know
It sounds like a line someone would say but, it's not.

I reeled you in, not that it was difficult and
then I told you to go.
I realise now, this was not the way I should've conducted myself.
I'm sorry for that.

I clawed my way back to you, after swallowing my pride and
I fell again, harder this time.
How dangerous, how scary, how thrilling.
I faced my fear and I see now that you can't be scared of love.

But now you're scared of me.
Please Come Back.
 Dec 2016 IvyB Xx
I put all the effort I could,
I scanned all methods over,
But I could not get rid of them,
Your memories in my head,
And the waltzing images.
Images of you hugging me,
Your face cupped in my hands,
Our eyes lost in each others'.
HP Poem #1290
©Atul Kaushal
 Dec 2016 IvyB Xx
memory loss
 Dec 2016 IvyB Xx
it's hard for you, i know it is,
but the only thing i can say is that
i love you, and i will tomorrow, too.

even if i forget your name, your face,
when we first met, when we first kissed,
i love you, and i will tomorrow, too.

i hope that, even after the ten thousandth song,
you'd still have the courage, the desire to say
"i love you, and i will tomorrow, too."
inspired by the movie "50 first dates". adam ******* and drew barrymore's characters always leave me at a state of awe because they show how love only gets stronger through time.
 Dec 2016 IvyB Xx
Skyye Yoder
Today I realized you can’t stop someone who likes the feeling of the burning taste in their throats
You can't decide for them whether they fix themselves or they destroy themselves.
It will always be a battle to the end,
the worst part is that you know one of these days the world is going to stop for me,
my heart is going to break
and You will have left me cold,
maybe yet I may even take your path
and I may like the burning sensation to wash those pills down
or to forget about the world for a few moments just to crash back into reality.
But one day, Ill lose you,
. One day you won't be mine to hug or to hold anymore.
As long as you enjoyed your last drink more than you enjoyed your time here with me,
then I hope you had the best few last moments in the blur then you ever did seeing me
Mom, I love you,
I always will, but
you don't live forever.
 Sep 2016 IvyB Xx
 Sep 2016 IvyB Xx
I still feel you pushing away.
Say it to my face, because everything is lonely without a voice
I loved you to your face
Disrespect me and love me close
You have way too many names and I keep piling them on because I see you in everything.
 Jan 2016 IvyB Xx
Arlo Disarray
There are a small handful of decent poets on this site
And then there are the manipulators, the cliques, and the trolls
The manipulators will re-post their poems to the same collections over and over and over to get likes and attention

The cliques all re-post and like each other's work just because and they probably never even read a word, they just want the likes in return

And the trolls, well, we all know about them

But I'm extremely tired of this site's "best poetry". Most of it sounds like a five-year-old wrote it while they were drunk. A sentence is not a poem. I don't care what anyone says.

Poetry has no permanent definition. But I will accept a smear of boogers on a page as poetry before I consider one measly sentence an entire poem.

Did your brain get tired? That's all you could bother to write, today?

And it feels like we're all running out of original things to say.

I'm feeling rather cynical and "*******"ish right now.
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