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 Jun 2019 Lauren Leal
putiira
Darlin,
It doesn't matter where we dance
just so you know we'll make
our own music.
 Jun 2019 Lauren Leal
Erin Ridley
Sometimes I fear the parts of you I love the most, are the parts that are going to cause us to break. It feels like the fabric of what makes you who you are is going to tear a line between us and cause space to creep it’s way in. And the miles you will travel, are the miles that will keep us from growing closer together. I want so badly to be close to you and to know that I won’t lose you, but you aren’t willing to make promises you don’t know if you can keep. That most likely you can’t keep. Deep down I know that our passions and dreams in life may be the very things that lead us in different directions. And I know you’d be okay with that. And I wish that I could be too. I guess what I am trying to say is that I can’t get too attached to you and I have to love you from a distance because I know in time that is exactly what I am going to have to do.
People want you to change
Never want to change themselves
Always talk what others are doing
Never about what they've done
 Jun 2019 Lauren Leal
Jade Lima
Seeds of hate planted along my life.
I guess I should have saw it coming, why don’t I just succumb to the knife?
The only way out of this catastrophic mess, is to end my life because I barely have any feeling in my chest.
Everything got ripped away, but somehow in a sociopathic state I’m kind of okay.
How did things turn into such a distorted shade?
i can’t even comprehend how contorted I see things.
Everything’s ****** and there’s no peace it brings.
Does anyone even deserve peace? I honestly can’t see it.
Why **** someone over beyond repair and make it so no one could believe it?
I don’t understand why anyone does any of this *******.
**** it I guess I’ll never have any place to sit.
 Jun 2019 Lauren Leal
midnight
ink
 Jun 2019 Lauren Leal
midnight
ink
our happy memories
served as the ink of my pen,
that when I lost you,
I never got to write again
Playing the hardwood like a keyboard;
fingertips and nails tapping rhythmically.
I tied the tie but you pulled the cord,
letting the knot come undone; swinging freely.
I didn’t deserve your invisible cold shoulder,
I didn’t deserve the weight of your blame,
maybe you’ll realize in the future when you’re older,
something tells me you’ll never change, you’ll remain the same.

And you’ll be jumping from decision to decision
without knowing your landing spot,
and if it all goes as I envision,
you’re gonna need all the sympathy the world has got.
Because you never learn from a mistake,
and respect and empathy you surely lack,
as you leave destruction in your wake with every heart you break,
and you can’t even be bothered to turn around and look back.

You don’t question the motives of the words in your ears,
convinced you’re making your own decisions while being directed.
I didn’t realize you became 2008 Britney Spears,
this acceptance of no responsibility is more than I ever expected.
You always were a bad liar,
overcompensating for the lack of a single fact,
but in two or six years you didn’t tire,
did you take lessons from my girl Meryl in how to act?

They say to base a person
on not their words but their action,
and not to judge someone when they’re at their worst,
you complain of conflict while also causing the traction,
and keep applying the pressure; all has potential to burst.
You watched me shovel and dig a grave,
convincing me the whole time it was a life for two.
I worshipped you willingly as your devoted slave,
and I guess I was just gum stuck to your shoe.

I want to slander your name
but then I’d have to speak it,
instead I passed back the blame
this time for good you can keep it.
Last one, wrote this a few weeks back when I was still angry and now I’m good.
Hatred came to fill my heart
But here it found no home.
that eats snowflakes for breakfast
collects empty bird’s nests
paints pine cones and hangs them as ornaments
and cockle shells on the beach
skinny-dips
and potato-chips with whipped cream
catching frogs
sitting on logs and thinking of –

the kind of boy
that could eat snowflakes for breakfast
and enjoy the beauty in an empty bird’s nests
and painting pine cones for the tree
picking up cockle shells on the beach
and skinny-dipping with me
eating potato-chips with whipped cream
who wouldn’t mind catching frogs
and sitting on logs thinking –
wouldn’t it be nice if we meet?
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