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Gemma Oct 2017
I knew that you were drowning
and I did everything I could do to help
I told you to look for the bird in the sky
to let you know that there's land nearby
I can't be there anymore
but I pray
that you can find that hope in yourself
because I know that you are in fact a strong swimmer
and with the right motivation
You can
and you WILL
get to land
let land treat you well, my dear friend
Gemma Sep 2017
I could read your eyes
like the simplest of children's books
I knew the words you spoke
as if I spoke them myself
We
were one in the same
Our hearts broke together
and we spent years
piecing them back, together
I know
every crack of your skin,
every vein in your body
I know the scents that make you weak
and the words that make you fall apart;
and in return
you knew my whole being
We shared an unspoken connection
-why didn’t that stop
my weak faith?
I was given a human
to read me like I ached to be read
yet I always knew that we would not remain
If you asked me why
I could not tell you
I think you knew it too
I'd catch your eye when those songs played
while those voices spoke of yearning for a broken connection
and I'd find them to be as wet as mine
I admire
your faith in us
whether it was because you truly believed it
or because you were afraid of the alternative
I admire that you would confidently tell me that our bond would remain
that we would only get better
Right until the very end
Maybe it was my fault that we didn't
Maybe I wasn't meant to have someone like you,
someone who stole away my independence and gave me another half
Maybe I was meant to be surrounded by distant people
for I wasn't ready
We were sent to each other for a purpose
for when we met
we were both on the edge of breaking
So we broke together
our pieces entertwining themselves
so as to not be alone
there's a great poem in here somewhere, but I will have to uncover it some other day
  Sep 2017 Gemma
tsel
beg
if you think of me,
i hope you remember
me as that friend who
was there for you all the time,
without asking anything in return,
partly because i know
you couldn't have given me
anything in return.

i would have to beg.
that's how you are.
pitv
  Sep 2017 Gemma
Cheyenne
Something isn't right
I can taste it on your lips
Feel the tremor through my fingers
Resting on your hips

You are scared of me
Scared what I can do
Someone else has hurt you
Now you're scared I'll hurt you too
  Sep 2017 Gemma
m
'you're such a good girl'
beep beep beep

unfamiliar breathing, followed by
silence. my naked body is
alone on my bed sheets.
loneliness breaks my own hand and
morals for a way to get
off but i don't. i sit there and
conjure up sweet whisperings
of how i want you. *******,
deep and hard and cold.

if i'm such a good girl, then
tell me. why do i wish my flesh
will melt away like the leaves?
masochistic idiosyncrasies
wrap my vanilla heart up in
a pretty little bow. your fingers
beg to scratch off my humanity;
they have to wait their turn.
This is dark and raw and real and no one will like it
  Sep 2017 Gemma
Hannah
my favorite time of the day is 4am,
or maybe it's my favorite time of the night.

whether I'm just waking up,
or just going to sleep,

the calm darkness and quiet reminds me
that right now it's only me and the moon.

I like to think that she listens.
I talk to her like company.

this is the most cozy time of night,
or maybe the easiest part of the day.

she is the only thing
that always comes back to me.
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