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She looked exactly the same,
Yet it wasn't her.

The same silky white hair,
The bright blue eyes that seemed
Deeper than the ocean.

Half of me hoped
She had finally "returned".
Yet the other half knew
It was all just fake memories.
A poem about Yae Sakura and Teresa Apocalypse from Honkai Impact 3rd.
I should probably go to bed and stop rereading Gratitude Arc for like the millionth time. I mentioned the part about it being fake because I'm pretty sure in Sakura Samsara there's a part near the end where we find out that the entire time Kallen was a figment of Yae's imagination/mind.
I feel as if i’m cursed
As if it’s a misfortune to love her
In this lifetime at least

How brave we must be to love each other.
It’s like
We were both north poles
Only meant to connect with south instead of each other
Opposites attract...right?
That’s how everything was supposed to be laid out…

But there have to be some similarities
Whether that similarity is music
Friends, family, hobbies, sports...
Or gender.

Would you really rather see two men holding weapons
Than hands?
Do you want to see the slits on wrists
When you tell them who they can’t kiss?

Just so you know
I'm a girl
I love a girl
And I’m okay with that
You should be too.
I'm not expecting this to do very well but...it's a good feeling to write about it..
In the world of a girl, me,
there is always a story
waiting between the pages of life.

In every word, in every scene,
I catalog and dissect the meaning
of everyone and everything.
Like some sort of word scientist.

But life isn't always sunshine and rainbows,
sometimes it storms, and there is only grey.
I quite prefer the rain to the rainbow.

But I am not like everyone else,
who gossip about boys and sports
whilst putting on a pound of makeup in the morning.
I am...different.

And in this world, the difference is frowned upon.
So what if I dye my hair odd colors?
So what if I'm a girl with hair short like a boys?
That doesn't make me anything less.
I am more than they could ever imagine.

Just because I sit outside in the rain
or eat my lunch alone, headphones injecting lyrics into my skull
that only I can understand the meaning of
because my brain is my own, not anyone else.

And I don't care that I prefer the company of fake people on screens,
just so I can escape my miserable existence in the real world.
I don't care that I fight every single day just to make it through
and then realize I have to do it all again in the morning.

I don't care. Because I stopped caring a long time ago.
I stopped caring when my own brain decided to rob me
of everything I held dear and turned everyone against me.
I'm just a story in my own head, playing out like a badly written movie.
But that's okay.
Because I wouldn't mind it if I was just a story among millions.
That still means that somewhere,
someone is reading it.
I know it's long, I've seen longer
She paused
on the edge
of the kerb,

unaware
he saw her
standing there
in all her beauty,

dressed in jeans
and top
and fair hair
******* behind.

She looked both ways
as traffic passed
in a continued flow.

But he didn't
want her to go;

he wanted her
to remain
for his eyes to feast,
for his mind to dream,
for his joy
of seeing beauty
in a world of dross
and ugliness.

She moved
backward and forward
on her feet,
onto toes
and back on heels
and toes again.

He sipped his coffee
and gazed at her
from the window
of the cafe.

But then
she moved off
and across the road
as the traffic paused,
and she was gone
from sight,

but he had
the captured memory
to replay at night.
Skyla 6d
I found someone new
Who will keep me safe, keep me warm
He won’t search for more, he won’t break my heart

I am enough, one girl to hold tight
He won’t draw blood, or terrify me in the night
He won’t give me a fright, he’ll shine even more bright,
And I am enough to keep him satisfied (this time)

My old ghost lover went through girls like shoes
They quickly get old, so he finds someone new
I managed to last 3 short, summer months
He made me believe, our love was built on trust
He worshiped the moon, I called him the sun
I should’ve listened when they all told me to “run”
Run, run far away, as fast as you can
So he can’t catch you, the blood-obsessed man
He tried to take my heart, and **** out the life
And swore to me that one day I’d be his wife

He didn’t love me for me, just like the others
He was looking for someone to care, like a sympathetic mother
One to guilt trip, manipulate, cry on, and harm
Planting shameful seeds, burying me with the weeds, on his vast farm

He howled like a wolf, to the silver-lined crescent
He caught a glimpse of a gullible girl, saw me as iridescent
He sliced up his hand, to make blood pact
And threatened to jump off a cliff, for his grand finale act  
A blood oath, blood wife, romantic blood bath
Strangling me with his love, I can feel the hatred and wrath

He loves to choke, to suffocate, to squeeze
Just for the thrill of it, and begs on his knees
Wraps his hands around my neck, disturbingly tight
Tells me I can never leave, or run in the dead of night
The goddess of love, had cast her ****** spell
And the only way out is to walk with him to hell

I found someone new, he’s an angel of light
The epitome of peace, he refuses to fight
He doesn’t hurt himself, and he doesn’t make me sad
He feels all kinds of right, he doesn’t feel bad

I love him, I love him, this fresh love blossoms anew
And I honestly thought that you loved me too
But you don’t, and I no longer, I have grown stronger,
Because he doesn’t play choking games, or the victim card, he doesn’t try to win my fame or rip out my whole heart.

I’m sorry love, this ended very tragic
I am not your goddess, with a touch of magic
Set me free, from my cage, like a bird
You listen to my poetry, so I hope you hear this final word.
jcl 6d
in late september, when summer has past and fall is here, as the sun sets and the sky blues, bitter sweet yearnings stir, as winter comes. the days cool, the nights lengthen, i long to hold you in my arms, smell your scent mixed amongst the fallen leaves, to feel your lips against mine, to taste the candied sweetness of your kisses.

i relish the coming of the cold, nights buried deep in flannel sheets, weighted down by woolen blankets, warm and snug, bodies naked, intertwined, vulnerable, safe in each other’s arms, oblivious to the world and its problems.
mads 7d
hope you turn out okay

if you ever feel like it


give me a call
not sure when i will stop missing you and i don't  know if i want to
Skyla 7d
The apple of my eye, I think I grabbed you from the sky
‘Cause your angel wings were soft and glistening
And your smile was bright and your eyes were glittering.

You took a hungry, broken girl and made me your goddess
You wrote me love poems and gave me your promise
You said you didn’t love any of your girls as much as me
Except for one, but she was simply just a haunting
You called me your beauty, said I set you free  

I was your little enchantress, your dancing muse
A ticking bomb, whilst you lit the fuse
You made me love, but mostly you made me cry
I was only a diamond, made to sparkle up your eye

I thought that you were heaven, where the angels dwell
But the heartbreak that you gave me, only gave me hell

My dreams were filled with images of you
I dreamt of the past and the future with you
Our love was timeless, our beauty was grace
When I gaze at the sun I picture your face

Our love was as delicate as fine China,
We were walking on shards of glass
I was slowly tiptoeing around the broken pieces
But you were running so fast

My sun, my moon, mon amour, la lune,
I danced on sharp fragments for you, cutting up my feet
The blood was dripping on the floor, but I kept thinking of how sweet, it is that you love me and I love you
And you’re always so cool, everything you do

You locked me up and threw away the key
My wrists were sore and I counted to three
But you grabbed your new love, your new bonnie
And you turned around and looked at me
And shook your head and said “sorry, baby”

You said I was too late, all I could feel was this hate
For myself and everything I didn’t have that she did
You found a new bambi, a new thumbelina
And I was nothing but your bloodied ballerina
Who let things destroy her so you could love her more
You said “too little too late” and left me sobbing and sore

I was always a diamond, your Aphrodite pearl
Your other girl was a map, but wasn’t I your whole world?

And maybe we’ll go down in history
You for notoriety, and shameless infamy
And they’ll all explore the mystery
And why you chose your mistress and threw me out to sea.
I’ll never forget this.
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