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 Feb 2019 jl
Victoria
Daydream
 Feb 2019 jl
Victoria
I think I'll enjoy loving you
just from a distance
In this little space in my mind
Where the best version of you lives

I'll be satisfied loving you
where my fears are silenced by dreams
and you know my every insecurity
and the charm never fades

I love you, I'm sure I do,
But maybe its just the fantasy I love
That maybe its not me, but its you
but part of me knows that I'm more afraid
of me being the problem
 Feb 2019 jl
Skye
Thinking
 Feb 2019 jl
Skye
Thinking is an dangerous pastime
It can make you extend past time
And make you think of all those times
When you messed up so so many times
 Feb 2019 jl
Eyla
A confession.
 Feb 2019 jl
Eyla
most people see me as
a happy person because
i laugh easily,
i smile a lot,
i joke a lot.

but deep down
in my heart,
i am fragile,
i can get hurt easily,
but i choose to not
show it to the world.

instead of being sad,
i choose to laugh to cover it.
maybe you can call me
"the queen of the mask"

by this,
you can tell
that most of the time
when I'm laughing,
I'm not really laughing,
i was trying so hard to hide
my sadness.
 Feb 2019 jl
Jaxey
Stargazing
 Feb 2019 jl
Jaxey
because loving you
is like trying to stargaze
on a cloudy night
I'm sorry
 Feb 2019 jl
jay
Roses are red
Berries are blue
She's for me
NOT FOR YOU
if by chance
you take my place
i'll take my fist
and hit your face
:)
THIS IS RANDOM. DON'T HATE MEH PLS
 Feb 2019 jl
Lucas Ennis
Noname
 Feb 2019 jl
Lucas Ennis
It feels like my wrists are burning
Blood is dripping down my arms
My head keeps screaming
I shouldn't of self-harmed.
My mom is going to be mad.
She's going to hit me again.
Give me another bruise.
Now my scars have some friends.
Just wash off the blood.
Dry off with the towel.
Wrap up your arms.
Go back to your personal bubble.
Isolate yourself for another week little girl.
Take you medicine.
And jump off the hill.
Just a little vent cause I feel icky.
 Jan 2019 jl
Luna Maria
I N K
 Jan 2019 jl
Luna Maria
tears
are the ink
for the pen
a poet uses
to write
- L.M.
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