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  Sep 2018 Aspen S
gabriela
I started going to counseling this week
because my plants started dying

the roots are all rotted
and the leaves are just slowly eating away at themselves

maybe my roots are rotten too
and I need to fix them before I start eating myself up
  Sep 2018 Aspen S
Madison Burnham
intoxicated
from the soft touch
of your lips

infatuated
from the way your hands
intertwine perfectly with mine

hypnotized
by the smell of musty cologne
that your clothes drown in

how sad, that your memory

is my addiction
  Sep 2018 Aspen S
dc
curled wrists folded within crumpled sheets
heartbeats gently flutter beneath my skin
drunk on dreams as I nestle
further and deeper into oblivion
however my mind is choking
mental reminders of things past
objectives to complete
work to be finished
I, bleary eyed, weary *****
assume a vacant mind
fixed to a beat body
mess of movements, mess of thoughts
3am is so unkind
to a lonely longing mind
  Sep 2018 Aspen S
larissa
maybe you love her
even when you say you don’t
and maybe you miss her
in every way when you’re alone
but tell me why
when you hold me close,
for a second, i believe
you love me the most.
maybe I just want it too much.
  Sep 2018 Aspen S
megan
i crave it,
i endlessly fantasize,
but im a hypocrite,
my heart would abscise.

don’t say those three words,
don’t tell me.
im too afraid,
it’s just a hyperbole.
  Sep 2018 Aspen S
usagi
We wreck havoc on one another in the name of love. We leave inoperable scars upon each others souls and leave one another strangled for air, plundered of all vitals. We call this love, and we recycle these events, these feelings onto the next person without realizing that we are generating and regenerating feeble souls, stripped of their ability to love. What a tragedy love has become.
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