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 Mar 2019 mare
Lillian Teresa
The girl in the puddle
Looks like a woman

Maybe the ripples
Warp my view-
Maybe not! But
I can't see clearly, anyway.

Her smile
Kind of looks like mine

Her longing ties strings to my heart
And pulls; I want to love her
Someone should.

She's been alone too long
Been at home too much
Been a *****
To get along with.

I see her again in the window
Of a shop; stalking me.
I can't escape her.

I want to leave her
Need to please her
Who is she, anyway?

I ask,
But she won't reply

I take,
And she does not give

She throws,
Still I do not catch.

I pick a flower
Bend over a pond
And place it behind her ear-

She does not thank me,
But-

Her smile
Kind of looks like mine
I wrote this during my last stay at a psychiatric clinic where I was challenged to write more positively about myself.
 Mar 2019 mare
Evie
lovely
 Mar 2019 mare
Evie
you're like a book i cant put down
i never want it to end
i never want us to end
for my lovely valentine who was stupid enough to get grounded so he cant even take me out. i love you, even of you're a ******* idiot.
 Mar 2019 mare
Evie
anything
 Mar 2019 mare
Evie
have you ever gotten to the point
where you'll do anything
just to feel

pills
blades
smoke
matches
liquor

you really don't give a ****
what happens to you

as long as it brings your body and mind
your soul and bones
to the realization
that you really are
alive
"is anybody out there, does anybody hear me, i hate it when you fake care,"
lil peep </3
 Feb 2019 mare
Lewis Irwin
i used to be so in love,
a feeling blessed upon me from above.
and the girl i loved,
made my heart jump.
and in such an amazing way,
whenever i thought about her my sordid thoughts would melt away.

and somewhere along the years; she twisted and changed,
she wasn't the same person; in only a matter of days.
as if the innocence and eloquence of her person had died,
but i fell to my knees whenever i reciprocated eyes.

the girl i knew died a long time ago,
i can't even recall her eye colour; blue, green, hazel? i don't know.
the girl i knew fizzled away,
her heart grew cold, and the love got frayed.
and maybe i shouldn't of saved her,
it would of saved me a lot of ink and paper.

because the girl i loved died a long time before i,
the girl i loved died,
the girl i love died.
when you are kissing her
i want you to remember that you kissed me first
when you are touching her
i want you to remember that you touched me first
when you are loving her
i want you to remember that you loved me first
my first kiss
my first love
want to remember.
the heartbreak
the abandonment
want to forget.
i want to remember the passion but want to forget the heartbreak
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