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 Jul 2018 kayla
John Watson
Afraid
 Jul 2018 kayla
John Watson
Yes, I'm afraid to let you in. I'm afraid that you'll listen and care for the moment. I'm afraid you'll hear every syllable that leaves my lips. I'm afraid you'll analyze it all and reach the point where I'm deemed as "not worth it". I'm afraid you'll throw me away like *******. Like everyone else has.
 Jul 2018 kayla
Samantha
I told you, I told you so...
From the beginning,
I told you, I told you’d leave for something better.
It never takes long. You denied and denied and I got comfortable.
Shame on me, I should’ve known. Once, twice, again.
I fell, and I fell hard.
You let me believe you did too.
Why was it even an option? You said you’d always care, you’d always love me and would never leave.
But now you’re walking out the door telling me to believe.
I’ll see you in my dreams, no, my nightmares. The one’s that make me toss and turn and scream in fear and regret.
The nights I cried myself to sleep, painfully whispering to the demons that are there to comfort me, he loved me, he loved me so.
I told you, I told you, no?
Leave
Everyone leaves like the sun at dusk
Attempting to make them stay
Very prepared for another to leave because-
Everyone leaves
 Jul 2018 kayla
Kim Denise
I see myself dancing with you
and it's funny that it's all I want.

Growing up,
my mother always
told me that I have
two left feet and nothing
is wrong with that.

My father, he would always
compliment the rigidity,
the structure my bones have.

And my cousin, we'd hold hands
and skip merrily around that tree
and copy shampoo commercials
with towels on our hair.

I don't know what it is with dancing
that I'm so in love with,
that even though I was never good
at it, I crave it and its feeling,

and I don't know what it is with you
that I'm so in love with,
that even though I rarely see you,
I will always be yours.
 Jun 2018 kayla
Frida Virrueta
I don't blame you for not knowing how to love

It's not your fault your heart was shattered
It's not your fault someone left you empty
It's not your fault someone took all your love,

It's not your fault someone took all your love and turned it into all of your fears...
                            
                                  - the girl that accepts fears
 Jun 2018 kayla
Vivian Pennock
I Lie.
I cheat.
I steal.
This is me.

I lie.
I cheat.
I steal.
Why can I not just tell the truth?
Its so simple.
You say “I love You'
And so do I.
But I don't.
I hate you.
When you say I love you,
I can feel the bugs crawling under my skin.
I want to throw up.
I want to hurt you.
But I don't.
I say “I love you too”
And stomach this anger that is boiling from my past.
Because maybe you
are lying as well.
I lie so much
there is a fog over what is
true
and what is a
lie.
Wait,
how can I even be sure?

I lie.
I steal.
I cheat.
Whoever you are,
I have cheated you
at least once before.
Said.
Done.
Taken.
Given.
To get what I want.
You haven't even realized it yet.
Cheating is an impulse.
I don't notice
until it is too late.
Until the damage
has been done.
Why do I cheat
even though I know
how much it hurts?
Do I like receiving
I mean giving
this pain?

I lie.
I cheat.
I steal.
I don't steal physical things.
Too easy.
I have no desire for these
cursed
wretched
pathetic
things of the world that are supposed to matter.
Instead,
I steal small pieces of
You.
I have stolen your
Sympathy.
Concern.
Innocence.
Judgement.
And the worst part
is that I love it.
How can I steal
when I know what it will do to you?

My cycle of three.
Beautiful
but only to me.
It is deadly
to you.
Builds me up!
Tears you down.
Why are you all so weak?
Have you not seen the real world?
Or is all I see
Hell?
Are you the blind one,
or am I?
Relieving myself through pain.
Intensifying yours.
How can you
look me
in my fiery but blue eyes,
that are filled with hatred,
and say that I have a conscience
when you
don't
even
know
the
real
me?
This one kinda ***** but i got bored in class haha.
 Jun 2018 kayla
Waverly
I'm not one to hold on,
when I know that I am being let go.

Don't cry and act like I've wronged you,
because you know that's not right.

When I reached out for you countless times
you burrowed deeper into the mud,
and I do not chase crayfish,
because we are not crayfish.

Pretend that I am evil and malicious,
but you know that you can only act that way.

I have a heart and it doesn't lie,
even when it finds a mattress of magpies.

I never had intentions to get you in bed,
I just wanted you to come inside
for some coffee and some sober.

I cannot speed up like a high contrast mix,
I cannot slow down chopped and *******,
I can only operate on what my heart feels
and what your heart tells it to feel.

And your heart is telling me to move on,
to churn on the exit ramps.

I have not wronged you in the right way,
or righted you in the wrong way.

Is caring about you the next left?
Is that where the houses knock their feet
on the concrete and the guardrail
at the dead end?

If so, hate me for good,
**** the engine
and idle with your lips on the guardrail.
 Jun 2018 kayla
Cat Fiske
I ate a whole thing of oreos in front of you,
and then,
*I ate another.
i am thinking he does hate me or is repulsed.
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