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LS Oct 2014
First man I've ever seeked
****** approval from
No other guy has laughed
When I touched his belt

Without her
I'm thrown into this huge sea
Of firsts.
LS Oct 2014
Its okay if you cant be with me, I understand.
I'm still in love with her.
In fact, sometimes I wish you were her.
so its okay, I get it.
LS Oct 2014
When I see Mykayla with her arms around HER
I snarl in my head 'MINE'
When SHE laughs and kisses Mykayla's cheek
I snarl in my head 'MINE'
When I see them kissing
The tears on my cheeks are crying 'MINE'
That arm is supposed to be around me
I'm the one that's supposed to kiss her cheek
I'm the one that Mykayla's supposed to kiss
I'm the one, ******.
She's MINE.
LS Oct 2014
Too soon, oh too soon
did the bird leave her nest.
She flapped her wings,
Imagined she could fly.
Ne'er knew what failing would bring...
Until she hit the ground
With her last despairing cry.
LS Sep 2014
And I guess I kind of like
His big tan calloused hands
I like his stubble on his cheeks
I love it when he whispers
"Mi hermosa" in my ear
Because I am his beautiful then
I love it when his hands go around
My waist and he pulls me against
His sturdy chest
I like laying on a blanket
With him because
My head is on his chest
And his heart is
Still beating fast
LS Sep 2014
Yes, my jealousy
Certainly does
Whisper the cruelest things
Into my ear.
It holds my heart so tightly
It makes it hurt.
It touches my stomach
And it's as if it is curdling milk
Turning sour and hard under
Jealousy's touch.
It makes me feel
The most unimaginable
Evils in my head
And uses my fingers
To type the words
I never could say,
stay away.
Because the thought of you
And her
Makes me jealous.
Makes me hate a part
Of myself I didn't even know was there.
LS Sep 2014
We all say the
Internal pain
Of loss, love, and jealousy
Are unbearable--
Yet we keep them
On our backs every day.
We let them whisper
Things in our ears
And hold our hearts.
We fall asleep thinking of them
Of the loss
Or
Love
Or jealousy.
They are bearable.
Only because they are a part of us,
A part of us that we like to
Say doesn't exist.
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