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 Sep 2021 Jojo Pizzuto
Crow
we do not write poetry
we write mirrors
which are held up
to curious faces
who read
looking for their
own reflections
I think about you all the time,
Feels like I'm serving time,
I hate to think that you were once mine,
I would be lying if said I was fine.
all I can do is lie
no matter the distance
or all the missed phonecalls
and unread texts
in a way
a small piece of my heart
will always belong
to you
my first love
and first heartbreak.

Esther L. Krenzin
 Sep 2021 Jojo Pizzuto
Oakley
You've left a stain
on my life
that I am not entirely
motivated
to wash out.
Thought about how each person who leaves sometimes leaves some marks that stay with you but not in a particularly bad or negative way.
 Sep 2021 Jojo Pizzuto
skye
going home isn’t always
returning to a place.
sometimes
it is returning to yourself.
 Sep 2021 Jojo Pizzuto
Ariel
You messaged me today
I listened to what you had to say
My heart didn't hurt
You didn't try to flirt
You apologized to me
And said you'd like to see...
You'd like to see me and catch up
I said okay
I could talk to you today
Is this healing
Because I have no feeling
I have no feelings left for you
 Sep 2021 Jojo Pizzuto
Lemon
Roses are red
Violets are blue
Time goes by
And I miss you

Just like me
The flowers grew
But soon they wilted
Just like you

You were sweet
This I knew
Like an addiction
I loved you

Now the roses are dead
The violets are too
The garden's all gone
And so are you

Your flowers died
I did too
Because all along
I was you
I wrote this a while ago when I had a crush on someone and it was literally crushing me. This is pretty metaphorical, but it also has a bit of literal meaning. It's a mixture of my feelings towards the person I liked and how I felt towards myself at the time.
 Jan 2021 Jojo Pizzuto
Jon York
Inside you

is where I want to

be,

thrusting

within the folds

of your mind

penetrating

the sweet softness

of your soul,

throbbing

as I release my love

deep within you.
                                     Jon York   2019.

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