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 Mar 2016 A
Leonardo J
I drove you home thinking how about how much I did not want the night to end,
It was quiet, save for the ambient noise as we drove through the freeway,
I glanced over at you, your face, your thoughts,
a  mystery.
You said to me “Do you ever just listen to the silence?”
and then suddenly it was as if I was in a special place,
a special place I only knew of,
a secret chamber I retreat to,
and yet you so effortlessly walked into it,
perhaps you already knew of this place,
perhaps you already knew of the silence,
perhaps you had been there far before I had,
these thoughts raced through my  head,
I replied to you after a few seconds of reflection,
“yes, I do listen to the silence”
you bring warmth and comfort to me when I am in your presence. I understand,  I understand the bluebird must fly away.
 Mar 2016 A
Sara Jones
Their Queen
 Mar 2016 A
Sara Jones
The ones who give us the most trouble
And stick through all your *******
Just might be the one who will call you their queen one day
And your daughter their princess
 Mar 2016 A
Sara Jones
Sunny Skies
 Mar 2016 A
Sara Jones
My poetry stopped being beautiful when you left me
It became a cold reminder of what used to be
Everything turned black and grey and everything bright withered.

And suddenly the colors started to bleed back into the frames of my mind when you showed up and I didnt know why

But the simple fact is that you put the sun in my sky and the moon in my night.
 Feb 2016 A
Justine Muriel
Maybe you'll be mine
someday when the stars align.

Our hands- one cold, one hot, both intertwined.
Yeah, just maybe when the stars align.
 Jan 2016 A
WickedHope
Ravioli
 Jan 2016 A
WickedHope
Let me quote you, so there is no confusion:
"**** me, **** me,"
"leave your mess for someone else to deal with."
You made the mess though and you added the anger.
You did, both of those things completely belong to you.
You don't know it, but I'm in the next room writing this, trying not to cry.
You shout, smash, and swear. I just write.
I wonder why you think it is we don't talk...
Our lack of common interest, my short temper, your short temper, my fear of you, my shame of not being good enough...
Found in drafts, from April 14, 2015.
I remember writing this...
 Jan 2016 A
Justine Muriel
Schatzi
 Jan 2016 A
Justine Muriel
So we meet again (my dearest love)
It's been awhile since you have taken over my thoughts.

My heart welcomes you,
but my brain rejects you (my familiar addiction)
I can now see why they call love a drug.

Time without you brings heartbreak, loneliness,
and eventually happiness.

Whereas time with you brings heartbreak and loneliness
(disguised as happiness)

You crawl under my skin (my dearest love)
and I can't control it.
I can't escape.
love drug happiness loneliness addiction
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