i don’t know what to do. i want you more than i want to breathe. you set every part of my being aflame and bring chills to my spine at the mention of your name. my heartbeat quickens when you’re near, but in your arms, there’s nowhere i’d rather be but here. your green eyes peer into mine and in that moment, i feel divine. just a bit of your attention is enough to keep me satisfied as i sit and wait all day for your reply. there’s nothing i can do to sate this feeling in my heart, because when we’re apart, i think of you only, and you think of any and everything but me. i can’t get your face out of my head, as you are the first thought on my mind when i wake up and the last before i fall asleep. you are my joy on a good day and my solace on a bad. you are the clock on my bedside table, the first sip of tea i drink in the morning, the keys to my car, and the hollow knock at the door. you are the sun, the moon, and all of my stars. and i know that it’s love like an ache in the jaw, but there’s nothing i can do. you made your intentions clear, but ****. i really want you here.

What do you want from me, "just one more bite"?
Hurry it up then, I don't have all night.
Go on, sink your teeth in, you know that it's sweet.
After all, my dear lion, what else have you to eat?

Does my tender flesh no longer beckon your senses?
Have you given up instinct? Surely not, you're relentless.
You're worthless without me. Don't give in to lust.
You are what you eat, and I'm all you can trust.

I can’t hold on anymore.
I fall to the ground, panting.
I’m so tired of being in pain.
Nothing has every hurt as much
My sadness, anxiety, and stress
Do not even compare to
This physical pain and tension I am currently feeling
I feel it everywhere
My chest
My spine
I will never get used to it
I think I’m fine but then
It gets worse
I try to hide it in the most creative ways.
I can’t reverse the pain.

Mr. Mirror does not see what she sees.
He see the truth, and shows it to her
But she does not have her glasses on.
She does not see what Mr. Mirror sees.

Mr. Mirror cannot smell
or taste
he cannot show what he feels
or hears
but he does hear the same sobs everyday
and feels like hugging her
and comforting her
but he cannot.

She tries
to like what she sees.
She tries
to give herself a smile when she sees him
but behind her face there is a girl
truly in pain.
Mr. Mirror did not see her smile for weeks.
One day she hopped in the bath.
Mr. Mirror saw it all go down from there
Blood gushed down her arm
her pains finally having a physical appearance.
Mr. Mirror was screaming
but no one heard.
No one could.  

Mr. Mirror did not see change for
three days.
He had to watch her
in that state
for three days
until finally a man opened the door
to see the horrible
tragedy.
Men in black uniforms came and took her away.

After years of staring at the empty wall
thinking of her
and how he couldn’t save her
a new lady started to see him every now and then.
She smiled every day
and all he could think about
was never letting that smile fade
but he can’t guarantee that.

Your perfect curves

ensnaring over my frame.

Your irresistible soft pink lips

Inviting mine,

Massaging our tongues.

Your jaunty demeanour

making my heart palpitate.

Your seductive smirk

Dovetailing our bodies

Letting me see your gorgeous décolletage

Your bold persona

Purging the tension from my soul.

After your reckless claim

My smock hung loose on your torso

With desire fawning in your oculars.

Making me the purple of your pink.

-Khushi

If I could turn back time
I would hit Backspace all day,
Id put on Caps Lock
and SHOUT what I say.

I'd use the whole Alphabet
To tell you hello,
Press seven Numbers
Til you picked up the phone.

I'd Tab through the comments
I didn't want to hear,
And use the Arrow Keys
To drag your body near.

I would Delete the harsh words
I didn't mean to speak,
And Insert the "I love yous"
I before couldn't leak.

I would use Ctrl to
Keep reigns over my heart,
And I would Escape lies
That tore us apart.

I'd Print out your photo
And kiss it goodnight,
Use the Calculator
To check that we were right.

I'd Paint you a picture
of us, you and me,
Then I'd hit Enter
Just so you would see.

Those are the things
I would do in my strife,
If only Backspace
worked in real life.