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 Jan 2015 Sophia
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friends
 Jan 2015 Sophia
link
I feel like my friends
Are the only things keeping
Me in this cold world
 Jan 2015 Sophia
torrey
You belong to her, not me
When she's gone you can hardly breathe
She's all you could ever need
Each word crushes my lung
Makes my stomach hurt
You long for her smell, her touch, her every detail
So when you're gone, missing her across sea
I'll be missing you, hoping to wake up from this dream
He handed her a locket to cherish all they could be
On one side she had a picture of herself
On the other read "good luck"
If you were the moon then she was the ocean
Like spring tides, when the moon is full
The high tides are very high
And the low tides are very low
 Jan 2015 Sophia
Chloe
Support me
 Jan 2015 Sophia
Chloe
Tell me that not every guy will
leave black tar in my chest,
Assure me that not every guy
is pollution to my soul.
Promise me that I won't be
coughing up their ashes forever.

So go ahead,
fill me with too many "I love you"s.
Inflate my lungs until they want to burst.
Teach me what it's like
to inhale something that won't hurt.

Show me what it's like to have clean air in my lungs.
*Let me breath you.
This is so corny lol
 Jan 2015 Sophia
nia fox
I hurt myself
once again
I brought the blade across
my skin
I never wanted anything from you
you'd paint me purple, I'd paint you blue
I wanted your heart
you wanted mine too
but you shattered me, and all that was left
were the broken pieces, one big mess
you destroyed me, I destroyed you
everything we had, a candle
that has long been blown
everything we had
no longer ours to own
what I did to you
what you did to me
I scream at night
because of what we could never be
 Jan 2015 Sophia
Reemoatpeace
I feel sick and need a kick
Constantly walking towards the storm fighting for my beleives and dreams
only to be crushed and squashed
nothing seems to be clear
nothing seems to come near
I'm human and I have a heart
This heart does not seem to heal
Always Been broken by people I love
Always disappointed by the ones I hunger for approval
Why do we love the ones that don't care
Why do we love the ones that don't deserve us
 Jan 2015 Sophia
Just Melz
It's a nightmare
Being the burnt out
Shooting star
Replaced by the light
Of a full moon

It's a nightmare
Being hidden underneath
Clouds and overcast skies
Replaced by angel eyes
That makes you swoon

It's a nightmare
Being darkened
By nights that glow
Replaced by a shooting star
Brighter than you ever were

It's a nightmare
Being overshadowed
By dreams of the sun
Replaced by love,
Hope, joy, life... **with her
 Jan 2015 Sophia
torrey
I can write you pretty words
But can I fill the void she could leave
Can I stitch it up with satin lace and fill you full of rain
Can I kiss the scars
The marks
Left on your heart from a love so forbidden
And if a love lost is a lesson learned then she could be your teacher
Your mind is scattered and your heart is lost at sea
But do you still think of me
When you're ready to be home
When you're ready to be set free
Each wave pushing you further and further
Will it be me
please
 Jan 2015 Sophia
rantipole
sleep
 Jan 2015 Sophia
rantipole
I've been sleeping all day
and all night lately.
dreaming of fire escapes,
to save myself
from a burning reality.
my waking consciousness
is a box on your doorstep
marked
"fragile"
but clearly the label
has been overlooked,
the box under-appreciated.
damaged and dilapidated,
I am reminded of something
my mother used to say.
"what doesn't **** you
makes you stronger"
but in these
painful
waking
hours

what doesn't **** me,
simply makes me wish
it had.
 Jan 2015 Sophia
taylor bush
Do you know how much you really messed me up?
     This is not a poem of love, but of sadness, sorrow, rage, and hatred.
     I am sad when I get flashbacks of all those times you let me down. All those times I cracked; sat shattered, on the ground like broken glass, but you were screaming too loud to hear my cries of terror.
     The inescapable terror that is my life.
     These flashbacks then put me into a deep sorrow. Where I isolate myself, because with every tear I'm tearing down the emotional block that I stayed up at night, while not getting any sleep, to build. So you, or anyone really, could never could come in.
     Once I am drowning in this sorrow, and my body is still because I've stuck to one position to keep me from pacing, it turns to rage and my body (bones) starts shaking. I can feel the blood in my veins heat as I gather up what's left of me from the area surrounding me. With these sharp, broken pieces I starting building. And as I build the usual wall around me with every piece I place, a stream of swears comes rolling off my tongue, in regards to you, and I pretend that each piece is in you, harder than the knife permanently in my chest.
     And once my barriers are back, I continue to hate you with the deepest hatred I can muster up from my broken soul.
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