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Elle Sep 1
it turns out that we both liked
(at different times, at least)
and that we were both dumber
in that different time

stupid enough to fall for a
smile with no substance
and flat out manipulation
when it came to you

***** that guy, i say maybe
too viciously but it's true

no! you reply, and it takes a second

he can go ***** himself then, i correct.
i always thought you were too good for him

you smile
i love you too,

but anyway, i say
when we are walking closer to the door
the entire male species is dumb
(it's a generalisation,
but after everything that's just happened
it feels comforting, a balm)
and sometimes i don't understand
why i'm even a bisexual with how

low rate? you suggest

low rate, i second,
our fellow **** sapiens are

mood, you say
sometimes solidarity is supporting each other, and sometimes solidarity is trash talking to the guy you both liked. both mean the same thing anyway.
I would say I miss you,
But that would be a lie right,
same as the lies of “you’re beautiful”
and “I love you” coming out of the lips of men I poured everything into but those were my mistake to mull over. My past for me to dissect. And the hurtful things I told myself, I could take, I was never as cruel to disguise judgement for caring. There was only so much hurt one person could carry,
only so many times I could be cut open by one person and stitched back up to hear them say they fixed me. How many times you’d say you’d fixed me, like I was broken? Like my flaws were factory defects but it was fine, you’d accept me cause you knew you could fix me?
The way you’d make it sound like were a Coldplay song. Like the lyrics and you holding my hand could put back together the pieces of a fragile girl torn apart by too many people. You, my savior, put me in cage, reminded me I could not be trusted to make my own choices, because this naive girl had fallen for too many sweet promises and had bad judgment when making my mistakes and you had to come in and fix me. Like I was a broken car and you a mechanic. Like you came in to sweep me off my feet with duct tape and hot glue. My hero. Came on his white horse to fix me and I’d fall at your feet  because after all, you’d put in all the work, right? You put effort into fixing something no one would love anyways. Something that wasn’t yours to fix in the first place and I’m supposed to be grateful? That you remind me who was there to pick up the pieces of every broken heart? That you remind me I’m not good enough, not smart enough to see when someone is lying to me, to see when I’m being played, but they my  mistakes to make. After all, it was me, crying, alone, throwing up in a McDonald’s bathroom, surviving, putting myself back together and you sweeping in to take all the credit for my work and I’m supposed to apologize for not loving you back the way you put effort into fixing me?
Evie Aug 13
“i’m not sure how long it’s going to last though. we tried to fix things but she’s being so distant recently”

i nod my head

inside that head i’m begging things to fall apart so i can have you
Axel Jul 18
I've been in a marathon-love,
chasing and running until I'm tired.
Too tired to think and too tired to feel
what love really means
cause in the end, there will not be a happy ending.
it doesn't mean that I don't believe in love but love hurts me everytime and I don't feel like wanting to be in it anymore.
Axel Jul 14
his white milk-like face,
makes me crave for his sweetness
while I'm swallowing plain water
that I got from the waitress.
As White As Sheet
Liz Carlson Jun 21
Lord, thank you.
You've shown me once again Your faithfulness and love for me.

I prayed a simple prayer in the morning air with desperate lips.
No more than a week later, you started answering it.

You've brought new joy, peace, and laughter in my life.
New men that have taught me that I'm valued and worthy of love and affection.

Thank you, Lord, for these new friends and your love for me.

I pray that You'd keep my heart pure.
Keep these friendships simple and sweet.
No alternative feelings or complications.

Let us be glad in the joy of friendship, and let that be enough for my wandering heart.

Keep my intentions true, Father, and protect us as we grow closer.
Cover us with wisdom and prudence as we move forward.

Thank you, Lord.
Chandler Ames Jun 10
Tarry too much, her mind eluded
Hasty in lust, her desire excluded
Faithful with trust, well and proven
Love is such, balance in movement
Axel Jun 1
As your fingers intertwined with her's,
The pink sky started to go blue
My pink eyes started to feel loose
But her pink mind started to think of you
And I feel scattered and the white thin paper started to teared
And I let my tears flow heavily like a waterfall across the street
Cause I remember the days where we always coincidentally meet
btp May 2
Are people their opinions based on reality
Desperately trying to find consistency
Being unable to meaning anarchy
Realizing facts are fallacies

Or is reality based on people their opinions
Finding a way out of being god's minions
People stranded, counting millions
People clueless, depressed civilians
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