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The door opens suddenly,
Enter she that I love dearly,
But her stare is blank and desolate,
And her skin is pale and sickly.

She falls and wails beside the couch,
She feels her soul is split,
She needs embrace I cannot give,
She would not dare permit.

For touch of man disgusts her,
The sight of man reviles her,
And I cannot even comfort her,
Because a man defiled her.

I sit and weep away from her,
I could not have comprehended,
I pray she’ll rise and carry through,
But for now, for this abiding moment of grating pain and grief beyond understanding,
For now, her world has ended.
 May 2020 Ileana Amara
A Poet
Here
 May 2020 Ileana Amara
A Poet
Just know when you are lost
   and have nowhere to go;
       when you whisper,
and not even the echo rings.
      you will feel my love;
  feel my skin, feel my touch.
        and hear back;
   I'm here.

-Here
The smell of you
Consumes me from the inside out
It burns across my skin like wildfire
And ignites my constellations
It pulls me ever closer
As my spirit finds its home
 May 2020 Ileana Amara
Owen
Imagine
 May 2020 Ileana Amara
Owen
Just imagine,
a world where all the hate
was replaced with love,
where absolute empathy
was inherent in all of us
where we comforted
the lost,
the broken,
the lonely,
where we realized
the universal connections.
Just imagine.
If we all shared pain...
 May 2020 Ileana Amara
Zoë
Winterbreeze rippling through my clothes
Loud music in my ears
Cold hands, warm heart
I am falling apart

Streetlamps guiding my way
No place where I could stay
Every turn I take
With every step I break
Tears filling my eyes
Guess thats what they mean with paying the price
I never meant to hurt you
Didn't know what else I could do

Just let me walk in silence
Build my fence
Be tough, be brave
that's what I told myself

The night is swallowing me
With all its darkness and beauty
Take me with you
Isn't that what lovers do?
 May 2020 Ileana Amara
mary liles
my heart aches.
what could have been?
memories flood.
who would I be?
tears fall.
why did I go?
hiraeth: a homesickness for a home that you cannot return to; the nostalgia, the yearning, the grief for the lost places of your past
I have kissed boys

Girls

People in between

But lately I have been kissing bottles

Their lips are colder than yours

But slowly I have realized that the pounding headache when I wake is less hurtful than the shattering in my chest

Yet as these toxins rush through my veins

I can't help but miss the tracing of your fingers along my skin

Miss the numbness of the world when you lie with me

But when I wake I remember that a headache is treated with an aspirin

While heartache

Well if you have a cure for Heartache let me know
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