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Never fall in love with a poet
for their words are sometimes lies
on occasions they're a shield
on occasions a disguise

They will take you on a journey
upon which they bare their soul
in a bid to ease your burdens
in a bid to make you whole

But in every word they choose
for the stories that they tell
lies a little piece of heaven
and a little piece of hell

Tormented souls we poets are
sometimes quite broken and despaired
in search of lost expressions
missed by others who once cared

Never fall in love with a poet
unless you're prepared to share their pain
to hold them close on the darkest nights
over and again
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As I read the through words that I wrote,
I realise that most are untrue,
I realise that I was an idiot,
but dear god did I love you.

I loved you like Icarus loved his freedom,
so much that he touched the sun,
because you were all of my everything,
and I thought you were the one.

I loved you like Achilles loved Patroclus,
so much that your loss broke my soul,
and I dreamed of touch in my nightmares,
and the way that you made me feel whole.

I loved you like Dante loved Beatrice,
so much that he went through hell,
because ******* it I'd have done anything,
for you to have loved me as well.

But you're so far away,
and you love someone new,
so I have to pretend,
that I only loved you.
I miss the days, when I could say,
all the things I needed to,
When I could stutter through some poems,
And explain why I love you.

I miss the days when I could call,
At 2AM in tears,
And you would be there for me,
And brush away my fears.

I miss the days when I was there,
And you were by my side,
When you laughed your sweet sweet laughter,
And I didn't have to hide.
Why can't you see
she's manipulating you, all of you?

Why can't you see
she's just acting, she doesn't care about you?

Why can't you see
she's a fake and a manipulator?

Why can't you see
I'm trying to help you?

Why can't you see
I'm not jealous?

Why can't you see
that she's weaker than she lets on?

Why can't you see
She's a liar?

Fine, outcast me, turn everyone against me, hate me.
Why can't you see
The smile in her eyes when you yell at me?
I've tried to help you, but when you come crawling back, don't expect me to help you. I've warned you.
I'm clinging on to my last bit of salvation.
I'm hanging off a cliff, and the only thing I can hold onto is
a thread.
I'm desperately praying, hoping, begging that this can save me.
If I fall, I will certainly die.
But then again, if I live, I have nothing to return to.
No one is willing to save me.
Deep down, I'm broken, and nobody wants someone like me.
I'm a parasite in society, and they'd rather let me die than see the truth.
So I'm hanging on until there's nothing to hang onto anymore.
 Jun 2017 Lauren Ehrler
Ember
cake-235 calories

You can have a bite.  
Come on treat yourself.  
Indulge.  
For only the price of:
An hour of sit ups,
two hours of guilt,
A day of crying over the bathroom scale,
A week of fasting.  

French fries-250 calories

Come on take a bite.
Reward yourself.  
Indulge.  
You haven't eaten anything but your own fingernails in days.  

Chocolate milk-120 calories

Take a sip.
Indulge,
for only the cost of the rest of your life spent worshiping
the feeling of an empty stomach.  
The feeling of being cold in a warm room.
The feeling of your bones poking through your skin like white flags.  

Waffles-190 calories

Just one bite won't hurt.  
Indulge
And another and another
soon it's a binge.
Now purge.  
Purge your body of the evil of calories.
Purge your guilt into the toilet.  
Wipe your tears and brush your teeth.
It's worth it to treat yourself,right?
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