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Masha Yurkevich Dec 2018
He smiled.
She smiled.  
She fell.
He didn't.
She was the truth.
He was a lie.
She loved.
He liked.
He left.
She stayed.
He was whole.
She was  b  r  o  k  e  n.
Mar Dec 2018
I'm desperate,
At this point,
Give me a sign.
What do I have to do,
To get what I want?
You care more about yourself than you do for me,
That much has been made apparent.
I am filled with a bitter, intense regret,
I feel like I have made the wrong choice.
I have spent so much time,
Getting entangled in your trap,
And now I fear I cannot escape.
How can one be with someone else,
Yet feel so, so alone?
I have yet to find the answer to this question,
That is incredibly relevant in my life.
All of the love that I have felt for you,
I feel it going rotten.
Dominique Dec 2018
One inhalation of the sky
To separate the murky sea
And reassure you as you cry
The clouds still hover by your knee.

Two puffs of moonlight left behind
As products of the midnight rose
Then let your sorrow be refined
As angels let their weak wings close.

Three champagne bubbles of a laugh
A courtesy sent by a friend
A flash of lightning in the dark
Like vaulting over to the end.

Step four is harder than the rest
As it depends on nature's strain
Abandon sunshine on your quest
And wallow in torrential rain.

And halfway there it's number five
And rhythm marks a saddened truth
A little song to drown alive
A beacon in such inky youth.

A devil's dance at number six
Invest in favouring your greed
Some crime electrifies the mix
Prioritise things you don't need.

At seven let yourself break free
And choke in sympathetic arms
Unscrew the lock and break the key
Because your friends contain some calm.

Except, at eight you'll be alone
Reciting old quotes that apply
And spending hours on your phone
Relating till your eyes are dry

At number nine then, here it is
The scent of fear that smells like grace
You tune your blood to lightly fizz
And brush the tears from off your face

Ten gashes end the whole ordeal
Of shortened breath and shaking hands
Though sunsets bleed the way you feel
No one else will understand

It's not a choice, it's a command.

Now your mind is stressing less
You've cured the chaos with a mess.
(Please don't follow number 10)
empty seas Nov 2018
i’m trying hard
to keep it together
desperation is my middle name
restless nights
and hopeless days
i can’t do enough
can’t be enough
to keep up this juggling act
everything is falling apart so spectacularly
a fire of blues and reds and purples
one that only i can see

so i play a little game with myself
let’s see how well i can pretend everything is okay
i’ve gotten good at it recently
as my plans for my future start to crumble in my palms
i can still feign interest over a friend’s passing fling
i’ve even been able to pretend
my self esteem is going up
accepting compliments
even convincing myself i’m not a failure
it’s laughable, really
a ******* like me,
who can’t even keep
her life from falling apart,
finally loving herself?
not gonna happen

so i laugh
and sit
and watch
as everything falls apart
Wowee everything has not been good recently, and someone has made it worse, but I cant let it show bc I’m basically the therapist of the group
I’m supposed to be the emotionally stable one, the one you can always ask for advice or help in school work and I don’t know how long I can keep up this facade of being okay
Erin Roma Nov 2018
really? a bit of a stumble? no.
to speak of that she’s missing,
now that’s an accurate blow
yet an understatement begging

could you do better than that, mate?
listen, it’s a deep audible breathing
the inadequacies painfully adequate
visions maimed, blindly wandering

a kind of pretty something she sought
called for distraction from degrading thoughts
what once was a careful fancy plan
in a swift stroke, now it’s coming undone

her walls echoed the how’s and why’s
pouring the frustration in that thing she sought
yet it proved to be a more frustrating cry
sweet candies and spoiled foods all for naught

in those small pulses of validation she felt
longer vibrations of self-pity linger
praying ****** hopes of forgetting as she knelt
someday the kind she needs may He bring her

what she aims starts to decay
blisters and battles where her loyalty lay
drills and ceremonies and flying planes
remains untouched, but still aspired everyday
courting the ambition  like a lover
now get  me out of here
Matty Nov 2018
Mr Serotonin take me away from the bad man.
He wears my skin and I think he wants to be me.

He wants me bad and I feel him breathing down my neck
He’s always here and my dreams always break me.

Mr Oxytocin save me from myself.
I know I’ve been bad but what do you expect from an orphan.

I’m in need of stimuli and love.
but the bottles leave me empty and hallow.

Miss Vasopressin, please to please you.
Passionate confessions of perfection, loving the scent and breath you give.

You’re all I think about when the darkness swallows me whole.
Thinking of being free, growing and folding into your soul.
Faith Nov 2018
How could a smile be so meaningless
Or eyes that show no emotion
Arms that use to embrace me
Now push me aside

I don't know why this happened
We used to mean the world to each other
My best friend forever
At least that's what I thought

How could I have been so stupid
All the signs were in front of me
You never loved me
I was just too desperate to care
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