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They say you hurt
The ones you love
The most.
I wonder how true
That must be.

I can't even bear to think
Of hurting you.
Yet you give out hurt
Like its a hobby.

With all the pain
You've put me through
You must love me
More than I could ever
Love you.
 Mar 2013 Jennifer
Megan Grace
I tried to
write
a poem about you
but instead
I scribbled a
big, orange-ink blob
and I figured
that made
just as much sense.
She lives a quiet life,
she tiptoes around,
she whispers when she speaks,
she hardly ever makes a sound.

Although her words are quiet,
her mind is very loud.
She has so much to say,
but no one listens for soft sounds.

She's an invisible girl,
who doesn't want to stand out,
she just wants to be heard,
without having to shout.

Sometimes the loudest people,
aren't saying much at all.
Empty words and promises,
just leave their mouths and fall.

But whispered words fly high,
and catch peoples attention,
they're intriguing, so amazing,
but only when they listen.

So look outside the spotlight,
because often the real star,
isn't anyone on stage,
but the mind behind it all.
I know there's something
between you,
and it hurts like hell.
 Feb 2013 Jennifer
liv
sweet nothing
 Feb 2013 Jennifer
liv
Summer came in like a heat wave of everything new
In control, so sure, so cool against the heavy air
I believed it all
Then, just as I thought I had it together (untouchable)
Your touch reminded me of what I’ve desired
And your lips matched mine as if they were designed for this
And your words were a song I had forgotten I loved
And each movement was like a dance, choreographed by strangers who had the same idea
Every breath perfectly placed, we could’ve made a melody
Finally in a bubble of bliss, floating off of your energy (ours)
And suddenly it was cool, and there was a breeze, and it felt perfect
Until what I knew I already knew smacked me in the face, so hard the bruise is still there
Have I made this up?
Or gone too far?
Your lips didn’t match mine, that’s impossible
Your words are meaningless, how could I forget
And our movements were rehearsed, like a beautifully unoriginal ballet, all for show
While exploring your body I had forgotten your soul wasn’t attached
But while exploring mine I had given that all to you
So, sorry baby, I didn’t mean to be so open (I thought that’s what we were doing)
But how come now that it’s cool out, I feel like I’m on fire?
 Feb 2013 Jennifer
sneha mundari
I wish
I was dumb
'Cause my words of mouth
can't communicate
with you.

I wish
my eyes
get oppurtunity
to meet yours,
'Cause sometimes
it misses
the sparkle
of those enigmatic eyes.

I wish
I could be
the breeze of fresh air
early in morning which
hugs you first
when you go to sleep.

I wish
to be a reason
for your smile...
a smile
that you can never forget.

I wish to be
your wish
once.

— The End —