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 Mar 2014 Lauren Rayne
Kasey
She just can't play with words anymore.
Everything is coated in a dreary layer of tired eyes and nostalgia.
Every word typed for a different person under a different name
For a different rhyme or reason.
There's no more feeling coming from those fingertips that once felt
The skin of someone not there. The sun when it wasn't shining.
The wind when it refused to howl.
There's only reality.
 Mar 2014 Lauren Rayne
Melisa
Here I am, sitting in a class full of recycled personalities and dull eyes.
The term 'ignorance is bliss' is like a religious belief.
Everyone follows it.
These are the people that peak in high school.
Blank stares and obnoxious laughter
Meaningless conversations fill the room like thick smoke
and you know what?
I always ******* hated cigarettes.
Is this all that high school is like?
Is this the norm?
God, I can't wait to get out of here.
I've been ready to graduate since the day I was born.
 Mar 2014 Lauren Rayne
Sari Sups
You see him at a bar
And suddenly your hair
falls on your face.
You see him at a bar,
With another girl
And your heart starts to race.
You wonder how he replaced you
Like a red balloon
that escaped his fingers,
And floated over the buildings
And disappeared into the blue.

             *You wonder if he actually ever loved you.
I find this pretty odd
lol sorry
I was your cure
but you were my disease
I was saving you
but you were killing me
 Mar 2014 Lauren Rayne
Chris
You know, I almost called the other night.
Almost.
I’d like to think that
you would’ve almost picked up,
and I would’ve almost said something.
It’s a good thing I’ve almost lost your number;
I could get lonely someday
and forget that you almost wanted to stay.
I forget a lot nowadays.
I almost called the other night, you know.
But I’ve learned that “almost”
only counts in “I love you’s”
and “goodbye’s”.
Maybe I’ll almost sleep tonight.
It’s strange that I keep dreaming
about the night we walked around the city.
I always end up on the park bench
by your house,
waiting.
I’ve almost stopped wishing you’d show up.
I watched your body age and your face crumble
into nothing more then a pair of sad eyes and tired hands.

I am not sure of the light that has kept you alive
but I know that your face hasn't lit up since
we were only two kids throwing stones into the sea.

You feel alone even when you're not
and I've been searching for home long before
we grew old
and cold
and scared
and sad.

I have always left us in your hands
and always grew sorry when you
would put it down or give it back.

I see now that you could never hold the weight of anything.
Not even me.
there comes a point when
the world around you seems to
move so fast and the people you know
become the people you knew and
the friends you've made become
ghosts of your past and
i feel like there is no chance
of stopping the world even if
its on the tips of my fingers
because in the end im still broken
and we arent talking like we used to
all I'm trying to say is that i ******* miss you

im just sad and empty but
you are so bright like the sun
that hurts my grey eyes when
it shines through the cracked window
in your lousy apartment

i wish things were different
but it's all for the best
i miss you dearly but
"this is all for the best"
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