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 Oct 2015 Poet x rebel
babe
it all started out as friends
then you took over my mind
and my body and eventually
my heart, and it hasn't changed
since i met you you haven't
changed either you just won't
leave me be and i don't mind
that but you need to make
sure that you absolutely like
me because boys like you
have played me like a piano.
Just tell them
your poetry
is now for
someone else.
 Sep 2014 Poet x rebel
Erika
I’m free.
finally free..
from your hold on my heart
from your grip on my feelings
from your lustful looks.

I’m finally free,
from this hell we’ve called “love.”
if you want to leave me

i think that is okay

i’ll still remember you

in the pages of my old notebook

doodled over and torn

stained with cherry coke

i’ll read the diary entry

about the time you took my innocence

and how it was

beautiful

if you want to leave me

i think i’ll be okay

because you’re still buried deep in me

like the way ants create castles in the ground

you are the tunnels that i maneuver around

you’re artwork on a wall

too obscure to understand

but yet

everybody understands the sadness emanating

and they cry

because it’s beautiful

i cry because you’re beautiful
I remember,

Every time I fell
You picked me up.
And every time I cried
You stayed to comfort me.

You gave everything to me
And all I did was whine
You were beautiful
In and out.

Your smile was bright
And everyone believed you.

When I was weak
You stood tall
And pulled me up
To wake me.

Though, one day
I was at your doorstep
Ready to come in.

But hearing something peculiar,
I ran upstairs
Only to witness a scene I will never forget.

Reunited and so high above,
I now ask you,
“Why did you leave?”

When I suddenly noticed,
I left too.
Let's say this character was weak and it showed every single day of her life and depended on her friend who stayed strong for her. Her friend was the strong one, the shoulder to cry on, she had no time to cry because the character was doing enough crying for the both of them. But one afternoon, the character's friend took her life. The character went crazy after that, so depressed and tired. The character killed herself as well in the end.
 May 2014 Poet x rebel
Day
I was eight and in math class
and I wrote your name over and over again in my little green notepad hoping that you’d notice or that you’d feel the pressure of my pen tracing your name over and over again.
at the end of class the teacher asked me to walk up grab some chalk and long divide
but I hadn’t a clue and no where to hide so I tried, with minimal effort, to sketch some numbers on the board, curling my 2 and crossing my 7 so that you’d notice me.
I looked at you and your chubby face looked back at mine
and I loved you for a long time, then.

— The End —