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 Oct 2015 Mel L
Born
Sands
 Oct 2015 Mel L
Born
Everything was okay last week, but now it feels like that was ten years ago
 Oct 2015 Mel L
Lottie
4am
 Oct 2015 Mel L
Lottie
4am
I woke up from a dream
Of being entwined with you
And thought that,
When I opened my eyes,
It was all real.
So I leaned over, to kiss
Your shoulder
And the cold half
Of my bed
Kissed back.
 Sep 2015 Mel L
Gaffer
She watched him sleeping, wondering
When did she stop loving him
Was it gradual
Did she ever love him
Could she love another
Her mind was made up
She would leave tomorrow
He watched her sleeping, wondering
Placing the pillow over her face
Did he ever love her.
 Sep 2015 Mel L
Doofinity
We Are
 Sep 2015 Mel L
Doofinity
SInful
Creatures of
Primal
Passion that
Envoke a
Love
Beyond
Mortal
Rapture
 Sep 2015 Mel L
Hannah
Please
 Sep 2015 Mel L
Hannah
Please be different
            I'm begging you
           Down on my knees
Please be different

Please don't use me
            Just for other girls
           To practice talking to your ex
Please don't use me

Please don't ask me
           What girls like or want
           What to give your friends
Please, just don't

Please talk to me
            For who I am
            For being better friends with me
Please talk to me

Please don't ignore me
           Be the one who
           Starts our conversations
Please don't ignore me

Please be my friend
           One of my guy friends
           One of my best friends
Please be my friend

Please love me
           Not asking for a relationship
           Love me as a friend
Please love me

That's all I ask for
i have this friend who i used to talk to a lot but we stopped for a while and every time he started a convo, he would ask me about other girls, or what they would want or like, he hardly ever asked how i was, or talked to me. and a few months ago, my best friend broke up with her boyfriend, and they're trying to be friends again, and i was always in talking terms with him. now, when he's being such a nice and friendly guy, he says ily and texts me first and all that, and he's saying ily to my best friend and i'm really happy that they're friends again, really happy for them. but i'm afraid that he's only using me to practice talking to my best friend. i'm afraid he'll be like the previous one who i thought was my best friend. i'm afraid he won't be different.
 Sep 2015 Mel L
Raphael Cheong
If only you knew
The poems I wrote about you
Every gaze left unrequited
Every time you rustled the leaves in this garden
And I had to turn myself invisible
Because I could not let myself love you
Because I knew you'd never love me back
Not in the way I wanted you to

Fall comes and I hurt
Sights of couples stacked on benches in parks
Even the leaves collide more consciously than ever
But here I am still
Pinning for a touch

Here I am sitting in your car
Watching the windscreen wipers go left and right on this rainy Sunday afternoon
If only you knew
How oppugnant my mind was too

Even the trees dance
Even the trees dance?
Even the trees dance!
I warned myself not to get into this trance
Even on the nights you wrap your arm around my shoulder when I'm hardly myself I know
Nothing warm is gold
And it will not stay

Even when you brought me away from the fangs of the safari
Even on the dusks you've saved me I know
All you do is tie
And cut
And tie
And cut
Our strings
And how well I played the fool to all your tricks

But you will never know
You will never know
Like the tattoos on your back that you will never read
Like the airs I feign that you will never breathe
Because you will never
See the way I look at you
When you turn the other cheek
With your eyes on someone else

I wish I was different so that you could learn to love me

Just words hanging in the air now
A comical portrait of self-destruction when I look back at the words I've written
So necessary
Fringing on insanity
Harping on a monster without wings

Still I had the last laugh when I
Played the fool to play you now these
Scratch marks mar the charms of your tattoos

But you'll never see them just as how you'll never see the ink I bled for you
I decided to name this one '(Unretitled)' because it suggests that the writer tried to retitle it, but thereafter decided against it. Much like the subject matter of the poem being about a sense of unrequited/unreciprocated love and the dilemma of struggling to tear oneself away from it.
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