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 Mar 2015 Mia Barrat
Creep
Je t'aime,
mais...
je ne suis pas sympa.
Je te veux.
J'ai besoin de toi.
Desolée Monsieur pour mes mots,
mais c'est vrai.

Tu es un livre et
je voudrais lire.
first attempt at a french poem, should be doing english hw but this came up XD correct me if my grammar is wrong, i don't know much french ^^"

la mer
by chantelle chamberland
You are not my children,
tender as you are.
You are not my lover,
though you cause my heart to yearn.
You are not my sun,
or my moon,
or my star.

I set you on this rock;
you will not make me burn.

You are simply sticks,
arranged upon the pyre.
You are clever tricks,
though you flaunt my clear desire.
You are not the match,
or the wick,
or the fire.

I set you on this rock;
To see what might transpire.

You will never be a pheasant's egg to be coddled.
You are only this: a calf led to the slaughter.
A poem addressed to my poems, in the midst of the dreaded poetry workshop, where my lovelies are torn to shreds.  An attempt to maintain distance, for the sake of learning.  It's hard.
 Mar 2015 Mia Barrat
menmarou
You
 Mar 2015 Mia Barrat
menmarou
You
You were my greatest and worst love,
my high and low, my summer and winter,
my day and night, my pain and relief.
You were both an exaggeration and an understatement.
You were everything at once and nothing at all at the same time.
 Mar 2015 Mia Barrat
cresun
"..too"
 Mar 2015 Mia Barrat
cresun
no, no no no stop
stop it right there
take back what you just said
swallow it back down your throat
**** it into your stomach
don't let it get into my head
don't make me believe that
you miss me as much as i miss you
you like me as much as i like you
don't say it, just for the sake of
saying it back..
"miss you too," he said. and i felt something inside of me broken, shattered into pieces down to my tum
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