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Lunar Mar 2020
I can't define you
And I can't throw you
I don't think I can really use you either
You don't really talk
You don't even do
You just are
And I a doll in your game
But lol I ain't one to loose
so lets play another round
Nelsya Mar 2020
crawling crawling crawling
resurfacing from
the distinct memories
hitting every parts of you
like an atomic bomb

bawling bawling bawling
feeling full
and empty
at the same time
vomitting words, tears, and memories

dying dying dying
but you’re not
you’re breathing
just unstable
somehow sickening, but it will pass
you’ll be okay again
Fayez Mar 2020
I am emptied
Hollowed out
By you

The wind carries
My hollow body
Far away

A new land
Somewhere I
Can be whole
An ode to starting again, letting your emptiness guide you forward to a brighter place.
m Mar 2020
disappointment in the doubts
of dreary days,
my fingers and toes
are chilled but
sorrow burns my throat;
there's never been a time
my expectations for love
have been met, i
pick open old wounds
for strangers to lick
but they always leave,
things always get too
complicated;
my disappointment makes me
bitter sweet on the tongue
of lovers and heavy in the hands
of friends—
Randy Ray Price Mar 2020
The clock was wrong so we leapt ahead,
and now I’m left as good as dead.
The days without you drag on like lead.
Then nightfall comes with darkness and dread.

I know we can’t make it work, but we have too.
I know I can’t go on without you.
I search to fill the void in my heart
But the only key is the one who tore it apart

Forever is a long time, it’s scary to hear.
It’s even scarier to live for forever in fear.  
We ran before walking despite advice from our peers
you tripped on your feet and we fell like our tears.

So for now we take two separate trains
To seek out answers to our internal pains
Although our tracks must split this way
What keeps me going is knowing we’ll meet again...some day.
Isabella Mar 2020
I get unpacked
And settle in
But only to
Move back again
Isabella Mar 2020
Same wretched thing,
Why try to fight it.
Numb and routine,
Just the way I like it.
A repeat it seems.
Get tedious; might it?
Numb and routine,
Just the way I like it.
Cora Mar 2020
i wonder what i’d say
or if I’d say anything at all

i don't know if i'd have enough strength to swallow the rocks in my throat, or pick my heart up from the floor, or shove air back into my lungs, or wipe away the sweat in my eyes, or fasten my knees back into place

If I ever see you again
please don't ever come back
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