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Colleen Mary Jun 2015
that's it - time to kiss another year of my youth good bye.
kissing up and goodbye have been the norm in life as I know it so far.
it doesn't make coherent sense to me that my teenage years are gone.
teenage chapter of my life has ended,
and I have yet to experience much.
I had no teenage lovers or anything close for that matter.
no heart has ever yearned to beat next to mine.
no thoughts have been flooded with me.
no lips have thirsted for more of my kisses.
I've managed to carry on anyway,
yet my heart is bitter.
despite it all, as I turn 20,
I'm trying to not allow the heaviness of my heart to weigh me down.
20--my heart is fragile.
Please be careful.
I'm as ready for you as I will be.
Heidi Mason Jun 2015
it was late nights that we stayed up talking about stupid ****
the night was young
we were two sexually frustrated people
i was curious
and your eyes were wanting
what I  was willing to give
your words were slipping into me
and making me feel like I was the best thing
you told me you loved me
and that you would never leave
but you ended up leaving

-H.M.
Perri Jun 2015
I hate
that I live
vicariously through
characters
who fall in love
for the first time
in movies.

So innocent, so naive, so pure.
Utter curiosity.
I remember it all too well,
never to experience such a sensation again.

So I am going to continue
to live
vicariously through
characters first love
in movies
so I can
bring that feeling back,
for a split second,
even if it is faulty.
Perri Jun 2015
It has been so long since I have had any sort of physical contact with someone,
that,
when the little, fragile woman
hemming my pants,
accidentally grazed my ankle,
while placing the pins,
I had almost mistaken it for some sort of affection.
The Whisper May 2015
Let's start with the good,
When I asked if I should.
Should I pursue, and give myself to you?
A friend is a friend, but when you kissed me;

You pulled out a part of me you don't deserve to see.

I held your soft hands and held your sea green gaze,
I looked to your soul and saw flashes of pain,
flashes of beauty and a glimmer of hope;

Hoping that we were not meant to be.

The guy you pulled out with a kiss is a fool,
a sucker for love and an ignorant tool.
He played by your rules and he kicked your ***.

Don't prey on the good men who still have some class.

I admit that the things that I told you were bad,
and sorry, not really, for making you sad,
I'll miss being able to call you my buddy;

You get what you give when you're selfish and slutty.
This poem has a long story to it. It involves a girl I once called a friend who basically led me to believe that she wanted to pursue a relationship or ***. But apparently, "she was just playing a game". I'll admit I played my role in ******* myself over by putting on the rose colored glasses for a while, but it recently ended with me trying to apologize to her for making fun of her, her refusing to accept my apology and playing the victim, and I called her a ****. So yeah, we don't talk anymore
AM May 2015
That night, I nearly gave up on you
Just like how you nearly left me untrue
I nearly cried and pushed your limit
Just like how you nearly threw a *******
I nearly become a video game
Just like how you nearly played me like an arcade
I nearly turned into a clown
Just like how you nearly dissed my frown
I nearly took off your chances
Just like how you nearly burned your bridges
~
But to hurt and to cherish are on a par
In a trail we're trying to walk far
Under the bright moon and twinkling star
*To return to each other is what we are
Essa Freedom May 2015
What's the saddest word I know?
Many times I have heard this question
I always  respond the same
Almost
Why you may ask?
He was almost her's
He almost didn't save her
He almost made it
He almost survived
They were almost in love
They almost made it
She almost didn't do it
We almost talked her out of it
Almost
It's only one word
It's a powerful word
It's what didn't happen
It's what could have been
It's what might never be
*Almost
I get this question from random people all the time.
RJ Apr 2015
Like the shore
We would fall apart again
After such a short time
Of being together

The waves near are not gentle
They roar and crash with emotion
Yet the shore remains unaware
Seeing but only the surface

A shell
I stumbled across
Had nothing inside
Nothing underneath

What a fitting place for me
To find it
You lacked depth.
Shiennina Marae Apr 2015
Every inch of my skin aches to be close to yours
It feels foreign, abandoned
A blank canvas waiting for the ink your hands have
The colors you leave on the insides of my thighs
I proudly show off to my monsters
They were right all along
You're my perfect match
I have so much of you on my soul
Yet I seem to have too little of your tongue on my mouth

When I close my eyes your face is burned into the back of my eyelids
Jesus ******* Christ, you’re in my blood, in my veins
I didn’t know I had room for another soul inside me
For once, I never want someone to stop saving me
While I create and destroy myself
You are one hell of an artist
Creating fires in my lungs with nothing but your scent
You’re the warmth I have always wanted to feel
You’re home

I almost gave in today
I had to put my hands down and force my shaking hands to dive in
You’re the almost that lurks wanted in the back of my mind
With this, it’s always a 50/50 chance
I feel nothing
I feel absolutely everything
I guess it’s worth the risk because I’m still doing it

This is the best kind of almost
We are
But we aren’t
But we could be
Wednesdays with the rainbow

10:57 PM, April 29, 2015
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