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  Feb 2018 may
empty seas
scrub scrub
brush brush
you’ll never be perfect
you’re not good enough
no use in wearing makeup
it can’t work miracles
besides
you can barely get out of bed anyway

slip on that sweatshirt
baggy to cover your fat
look at those fat thighs
the flab on those arms
no wonder everyone who loved you has left

fat
ugly
cover yourself up
shorts are a battle
bikinis an impossibility
might as well just give up

body positivity only works for pretty girls
and trust me
you’re not one of them
I don’t like my body
may Feb 2018
Why
When I hear your name
Anger radiates off my body

You’re so ******* rude
Why must you be this way

I try not to let it get to me
But with you it’s like a never ending cycle
Of constant judgement and lies

As I look back at the times
I actually trusted you
I laugh so hard I begin to cry

Asking myself,
“How could I be so BLIND?”

You sunk your teeth into me
But at that time
I didn’t feel the venom
You made it feel so normal
Figuring all the times
I let you do it

However
After all those year  

I finally broke through
And I hope one day you see
what kind of person you’ve become.
This is all over the place but I can hardly think strait when it comes to someone like you.
  Feb 2018 may
vanessa ann
this is a tale
of two star-crossed lovers
with a love so powerful
they tainted the heavens
with bursts of colours

they were never meant to be;
mischievous little kids
finding love in sinful glee
in laughter, between dreams and reality

and though it was lawless,
they found solace
because in every prison,
they found a rhyme and a reason

but even for a love so great,
they could not escape
the fates’ wrath and envy

destiny pulled on their threads
cut them loose, thrusted them into misery;
for their memories were wiped clean,
but feelings remained as strong as they had ever been

the boy exiled in a far off land
across the pacific sea
the girl trapped in her need to break free
in a realm both boring and bland

ensnared in a labyrinth of woe
the lovers yearned for anything—
for something, for someone,
to obliterate this endless longing

the gods answered them
in the form of two loved ones
polished in every edge,
a perfect someone

but perfect felt too perfect
and not perfect enough
to fill up the hole
left by a perfectly imperfect

until one day the gods whispered
for the winds to push the two
and the birds to tug at their sleeves
over mountain and sea
even through the darkest valley
so their paths would finally meet

and so they did.

in the flurry of a moment
a pair of brown eyes met
and time was frozen
once more

the two stared intently
as if remembering a broken melody
a lost childhood song
branded as a wrong

the birds fluttered and flew
taking the cursed red fibre
snipped them in two
and the lovers felt all the lighter

it was the girl who spoke first:
“**** the stars.
i don’t want perfect,
i want you.”


eyes dazzling, the boy nodded:
“we’ll invert the universe—
the night sky a blank white
the stars pitch black
the earth moving in reverse”


the fates saw and surrendered
as the stars began to wither
for this love is love
in all its splendor

so the lovers walked away with a promise
under their breaths, they both swore:
“i lost you once,
but nevermore.”



they say no one can rewrite the stars,
so i propose we orchestrate supernovas.
may Feb 2018
The night you took my heart
The relationship with my best friend tore apart
I tried to think it wasn’t my fault
Though, from the start I should’ve know the trouble you brought
She said she was fine
That she was happy you were mine
If I had only known from the start
You were going to break my heart
Yes, I might’ve lost a friend from the decision I made, but I don’t regret any of it. By doing this, I’ve been able to look in a new perspective
may Feb 2018
You came into my life
Searching for safe haven
Figuring you’d find something less
But no, you found much much more
You fixed me when I was at my worst
Laugh with me when I’m at my best
Everything is better when I’m with you
M y   b e s t   f r i e n d
My anchor
I love ya, vegan.
may Feb 2018
I see you everyday
Either in the halls or with me in class
We pass each other like strangers
We sit so close, yet the friendship we once had
Is lost in the void
It’s weird seeing the person you once called your best friend acknowledge you as a stranger

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