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Julie Mullins Jun 2018
Your smiles and sorry's
Are like bad habits
That never die hard.

Begging for my forgiveness
Knowing if you beg
Just enough,
I'll break like a twig
Under your feet.

I am a nice person,
A nice, forgiving person.
But-
Even I know that
Eventually, there is a pattern.
You are bound,
To this Earth,
To make the same mistakes.

Your same mistakes
Are like a bad drug.
You can't just shake it.
Withdrawal-
Night sweats and hallucinations.
Gotta go back for more.
Itching for that burning taste.
There you are,
Begging again...
And I'm not giving it to you anymore.
Inked Quill Jun 2018
I want more
Than just to touch you
As you kneel down
Licking my feet
Your wrists fettered
By cold metal
The leash
Adorning your throat
& you look up to me
With begging eyes
Exposed for my needs
I slap you
While you cry for mercy
Anne Webb Mar 2018
i hurt him so much
i think i can't stand it
i found out he loved me
guess he thought I didn't hear it

i don't know if I love him
god
help me please
it's hurting him
so much
dear god
i need to know
show me a sign
i'd rather hurt myself

anytime

me not him
me not him
me not him

please
Brent Kincaid Mar 2018
I want to know some things, but
Nobody seems to talk about them,
These things that bother me.
Like what could the matter be
With people that drive by and see
They don’t speak to them and ask.
Why they are lying on the sidewalks.
If there were some, we'd lie on the grass.

Did your family die off and leave
Or will you weave a story of theft
Or madness, or just poverty?
Something has made you bereft.
Is it that you don’t have a home
So you must sleep here outdoors,
In slowly graying pants and coats,
Someone for richer folks to ignore?

Oh, I know. I am the same as you
Nothing much to lay claim to;
No car, no house, no cell phone.
Not even a magazine to thumb through.
I’m beginning to stink a little bit
And, my clothes are getting worse
Every week I live beneath a bridge.
And I know when my life got perverse.

So, maybe you can understand
When I blurt out my deep self-pity.
Is it me that has gotten so bad
Or is it that we survive in a city?
I remember when prices got high
And I could no longer keep up
And now I find myself begging for
A bit of warm coffee in a cup.

Once I was the stranger walking
That passed by here and saw you.
I wanted to help, but I did not.
Then, I didn’t know what to do.
Today it is more or less the same,
I don’t know how to live this way;
Mooching coins from strangers,
Scavenging for food every night
And sleeping like this during day.

Oh, please forgive me, I apologize.
I understand why you are scowling.
When I had a chance to help you
I averted my eyes and kept walking.
But now it is me here on the street
And suddenly I’m asking for sympathy,
To take pity, when I never really did,
When I never really qualified for any.
MAR Mar 2018
I'm trying to convince myself deep down in dark parts of me
That I do not deserve love for many reasons all of which
Are coming across the same in my head because I have never been
Able to hold on long enough to something that wants to stay
But my body begs for you to lay down with me and tell me
That I am not alone, for once in my life I am not alone
In this race to figure out how to love myself first  
So that you can love me after.
Part of my "Infinite Parts" series, dedicated to you.
lins Feb 2018
stay with me forever please
don't ever turn away please
here I am begging you
stay with me
forever

please

quickly
come back to me
why do you turn away
how do I make you return
why must you always leave me
Liz Humphrey Jan 2018
Oh the things I let you do
made a god of you
giving and you take
not awake to the ways
I made me weak
knelt willingly
as you kissed me
a parody of grace
a sinner afraid
ashamed of her crimes
the worst of mine being
first a thirst for freedom
this independence
quench it
second imperfections
unchecked boxes and missed directions
submit for corrections
third pleas for gentle words
shut up that never works
with women like you
thus you loved
me not brave enough
or knowing how to love
myself until the day I could
I stood and ran
you will not see me again
Sequel to "I'm Leaving You." One year later.
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