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Estelline May 2021
Why can’t my heart stay in one place?
The one place where I’m safe
When no one holds the key
That’s where I wanna be
I don’t feel the pain of rejection
Or my lack of perfection

But on the first of may
You stole the key
Now I’m gonna pay
Living in fear
Just don’t come near
Or I’ll fall deeper into my own despair

There's so much you don’t know
Like why we can’t pair
I know it’s not fair
But my heart can’t be owned
Not now, not ever
Call it “postponed”
Persephone Mar 2021
Silver words trickled from his lips
And settled on her sleeve
Where her heart was resting
Slightly Lovely Nov 2020
We shared a pain,
                                   cracks spreading over both our porcelain faces.
                             If i told you,
            would the fissures begin to fade?
Would you feel loved?

                                                         ­                        (or would you hide away?)
                                                      Coul­d we talk at night?
                                     As the chasm we both feel begins to gape,
         as our hearts ache and the distractions fade?

(or would you hate me?)
dorian green Oct 2020
let's say atlas' body is full of birds
and when he is crushed to death
they will escape
free and resplendent
let's say i am atlas and
you are the face in the mirror
let's say atlas is screaming and
crying and begging
but you are silent and
your face is unmoving
atlas' mother gets that
worried look on her face
and the part of atlas that
still loves himself
is trying to get him to
just put it all down for a second
let's say atlas is smoking
a cigarette
let's say atlas' rib cage
is cracking under the pressure
and it's worth pointing out
that no one will notice
atlas is gone
until the world starts falling down
around his body
Sura Aug 2020
Maybe a little,
where one is dark, and one is light yet.
There they are.
the place where it meets the middle.

Where the sun dips down and kisses
the shadows,
and in the middle, there they are,
the colors,
the oranges, the pinks, the blues,
the reds,
until it’s a seamless line of completion.
Mrs Anybody Jun 2020
what if
we fall
in love
because

we'll never be
able to
love ourselves
one hundred percent?

what if
we fall
in love
because

we unconsciously
need constant
reminders
how worthy
we are
of love?
Also check out my other poems!  :)
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