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 Nov 2018 - jn
I let different boys touch me
Because I wanted to know
Even for a second
What it felt like to be loved
Even if that love was cheap
And it tasted like ***
Like the punchline to a joke
I never got because it was me

I let different boys have different parts of me
Parts that they didn't deserve
But I offered up willingly because I couldn't give anything else
Because you broke me
And I was looking for different fingers
To place different pieces and hoping
That the outcome would be a masterpiece
That maybe one of them would find a way
To cover up the handprints you left all over me

I let different boys touch me because I had to prove to myself that you wouldn't be the only one
That the scars that mark my body wouldn't define my worth to be loved
I am still not entirely sure that you aren't the only one
Who could ever touch me

I let different boys touch me because that is all I have been taught
To be a joke
To be silent
To be ready to give until you have nothing left
- I am hoping one of them will show me
- they keep leaving me and I am to scared to offer up anything more than my body to get them to stay
 Nov 2018 - jn
Ally Gottesman
 Nov 2018 - jn
Ally Gottesman
When I was younger, I used to think I was going to be a Star.
Under a spotlight where everyone knew my name...
I was five.

Now, I want shadows and to be as far away as possible.
Hidden and far from consequence,
And even further from myself.
Where my name is not a name,
But just another word without any true meaning.

When I was younger, I used to think I was going to be a Star.
Now, I want to disappear.

I should have jumped overboard when I had the chance.
 Nov 2018 - jn
Keerthi Kishor
When I was five,
my mother told me I was loved.
Years later, she asked me to leave because
I was the reminder of the gruesome past that haunted her.

When I was ten,
my father told me he believed in me.
Years later, he refused to accompany me because
I was an embarrassment to him in front of the society.

When I was fifteen,
my friends told me I was funny.
Years later, they all laughed at me because
I was the gullible teenager who fell for their flawless façade.

When I was twenty,
this guy said I was beautiful.
Years later, he trashed me, tormented me because
I was ignorant enough to overlook my inevitable flaws.

So, sorry for not believing in you,
for questioning your intentions, inclusively, in-depth
when you told me you loved me because
I didn’t want to wind up years later,
learning it the hard way that people often don’t mean what they say.
"Pistanthrophobia is just not everyone's cup of tea."
 Nov 2018 - jn
Ashley Tarantino
Time is a monster,
that eats away your soul.
A nibble here.
A nibble there.
Until it takes its toll.
Undeniably the truth.
Time is a monster.
And it's favorite food is youth.
It's really suffocating to think that every breath you take is a moment slipping forever away.
 Nov 2018 - jn
your words
like knives
they cut
through my skin
they hurt me
than I'll ever admit
they've fooled me
once, twice;
fooled me all the time
they lie
they poison
the beautiful me
 Nov 2018 - jn
on her wild nights,
she smells of
delicious sweat.
 Nov 2018 - jn
she’s too strong,
she’s too much,
she’s too tough to love.

she’s too hard,
she’s too broken,
she’s not enough.

she’s imperfect,
she’s wild,
she’s lost in the wind.
she’s insane,
sending signs of chaos from within.
 Nov 2018 - jn
Yesterday I cried
For all the days I had to be strong
all the days I had to hold back the tears

Yesterday I screamed
For all the days I had to be silent
all the days I had to keep calm

Yesterday I cried
Tears fell down my cheeks
no one caught them
Pillows all damp
My eyes were finally beautiful

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