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 Jun 2014 Leia R
Aoife Teese
i bite my nails
and i bite my lips

my room is a mess
and i pick at dead skin

i look in the mirror when i
first wake up
and right before bed

i fall too hard
and i bruise too easily

and i write about boys
who will never love me
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 Jun 2014 Leia R
paper boats
We were never meant to be.
The poetry I wrote,
**You didn't read.
 Jun 2014 Leia R
enn
suspense
 Jun 2014 Leia R
enn
i am letting you break my heart,
and i hope you are having fun
pulling on the strings,
testing to see when
they will thin
and twist
and snap.
i gave you the power to
create a new world
within me or
burn my familiar
one down
with one swift,
effortless movement.
you are ruthlessly
destructive; clawing
at the blue eyes
that envelop themselves
into your warm embrace
whenever you lay
beside me, your
narrow, long fingers
brushing themselves slowly
up my thigh
until you reach my waist.
you are scratching
at the soft ears
who ever so softly
heard no other element
but that of your beating heart
when they were pressed
so smoothly upon
your chest.
you are consciously
fumbling with the seams
of these bare, desolate
lips, the same ones
that nervously yearn
for even just a glimpse
of yours when
her bones shake,
her nature aches,
her silly grin fades
off of the same lips
that you are
threatening to
destroy; for each
time you lay your finger
against the trigger,
i am tempted to
pull it myself.
you're so toxic for me. i love you.
 Jun 2014 Leia R
Ann M Johnson
We are like fine wine, we age well over time
 Jun 2014 Leia R
Court
Untitled
 Jun 2014 Leia R
Court
It seems like everything I touch, I destroy.
I touched your car, I broke the glove box.
I held your mom's favorite coffee cup and watched it shatter to the ground.
I never had a pair of headphones work for longer than a few weeks.
I scratched up your favorite CD.
The crack of your phone was by my doing.

*You let me hold your heart and since that day it's been in a thousand little pieces, and even the apologies won't heal the scratches.
Even your black coffee isn't strong enough to remove the taste from my lips.
Take a spoonful of hate
a dusting of jealousy
a cup of bile
and stir.

Set on a high heat
add a family member or two,
cook until tender.
Serve with respect.

Life isn't about sugar and spice
and all things nice, it's about balance.
Balancing the good with the bad.
Love with hate.

Kindness and anger, all
basic human emotions.
Poverty and riches.
Jealousy and forgiveness.

All of us alive, need to remember,
remember, what came before,
and ask one simple question;
"What am I living for?"
© JLB
28/06/2014
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