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Mel Kay Oct 2017
I wrote a f-cking poem for you.

You tell me how they broke your heart and how you wished for someone who would love all your broken parts.

You'd say "She treated me like dirt" followed by a shrug. Then you turn your back to me when I lean in for a hug?

I think you're in denial, my attempts are plain to see.

So now you won't remember all those hours in your room, where I let you break all over me?

You ungrateful little sh-t.

What about that time I covered you with blankets and let you make me sick?

Blah blah blah...

I imagine your eyes right now, rolling back. "Whatever Mel, boo hoo."

But I wrote a f-cking poem for you.
I'm sorry this is such a mess. I wrote it with a lot of anger and I'm sorry for the language. Hope you all can see it for what it's worth.
Skylar Keith Oct 2017
Years of Lost Memory
You tell me stories
I can't recall
You laugh at moments
That I don't remember
I don't think I want to either
I see no value in you
Your words
Your stories

I don't care

I nod and smile
I'm not listening
I look right through you
Imagining times of other people
I don't think of you
You smile at me
I'm smiling as I remember a joke
It wasn't yours

Empty Memories
You ask if I remember
I laugh and say that I do
I don't
I laugh at how easily you fall for what I say
Your eyes try to find mine
Connections
I don't see you
I see the times that I do remember

Times I wished didn't exist

I look in the mirror
Asking myself how much I am like you
Hoping that I am me and not parts of you
Yet I know
You run through my veins
No matter how much I do against it
Doesn't mean I like it

I've told you
I don't see you as what blood and papers may say
Acina Joy Oct 2017
//
Blue and red looked ridiculous in the sky,
but he made it all look beautiful.
A fracture of light from the tears of his eyes
Ingraining a feeling so indelible.

But there's a distance between him and I
A sky's length that are filled with voids.
When I try to reach out my hand,
The only thing that can reach is my voice.

So he's a rainbow on the ends of the earth,
With his legs cut off from the ground
And there will always be a sky's length between us,
As I look up, to see him look down.
//
-because he cries as it rains down on earth, for his sadness only entailed our distance in between.

I never came to fully realise it. but I like one of my best friends. It's strange, and I didn't want to ruin anything, so I decided that I could just let myself swallow my feelings, instead of tear ourselves apart. It was enough that I already had  a chance with someone else slip through my fingers, that I might just ruin our friendship with this one. I'm still too young to be like this.
morseismyjam Sep 2017
blue sky
sunshine
feeling good
life is fine

read a book
roller-skate
knit a hat
life is great

eat a snack?
think i will
what could go wrong
life is chill

now! the joy
all goes away
depressions back
and
here
to
s
t
a
y
anyone else get that weirdly happy feeling before anxiety/depression hits?
Joe Thompson Sep 2017
Some people say
that our destruction is waiting
in the dark matter of our lives–
the crap upon which we bestow the gift
of invisibility;
the crap we pretend doesn’t exist-
that we ignore until we can't.
But I don’t really see it.
Xyns Sep 2017
Bury your every sin in my flesh
As I feel the rise and fall, the heaving of your chest

Etch your scarred memories into my skin
Learn to love the lust that forced you to give in

Let me put your self control to the test
And leave an impression with my moans and my breath

Let yourself let your morals bend
Ignore the fact that this high will have a bitter end
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