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bess goldstein Feb 2020
I know the lingerie is meant to be taken off, but
my nakedness makes my eyes dart quick and
count every hair on my skin.
picking scabs turns into scars that
I have yet to tell you about.
without permission, I close my eyes
as you love me in the dark and
I wonder if you’re counting too.
scared of showing my torn skin
Shona Jan 2019
I’m tunnel visioned to see only you
Looking at somebody else and
Though I try to, I can’t see any other living thing in my sights.
My mind is travelling down one path, and that is towards your rejection and
Though I try to, my legs won’t turn my body in any other direction.
I cannot see or feel things for anybody else but you,
And perhaps that’s some form of curse for me but a Gods gift for you because at least I only have eyes for you.
While I sit afar and see you with another
Knowing we were never made for each other,
My heart shatters and the pieces scatter,
There’s too many to gather
and hold against the crease of my arm, remaining steady and calm, I leave them be to rest on the floor,
My mind broken. My heart sore.
Like I did the last time someone broke my fragile spine,
Declaring what was mine, was never mine,
And I couldn’t bare to walk out into the sunlight for months,
Only living off the warmth from beams of curtained suns.
My mind is broken. My heart is broken, too sore; my worth has become penniless and poor.
I am forced by my own hand to wait for
Your eyes to scan the room and see only me,
While mine see only yours,
When you think to yourself that I’m worth enough,
For someone like you to finally love.
Rayvn St Claire Jul 2017
It wasn't real.
The love you traced upon my lips...
Was filled with venomous lies.

- Rayvn St. Claire
My entry. - Rayvn "Ray"
Rayvn St Claire Jul 2017
He pledged to woefully accept
The broken lullabies
That cradled his stone heart and
Locked itself deep within his soul.

The vow he heat pressed straight into his mind
Had left a scar wounding the very depths of his madness.
He swore to the heavens to ignore
Such sensitivities for the sake of another light.

Yet, his senses scream for some sort of release.
Caresses.
Essences.
Savoring.
Listening.
Visualizations.­

The desperation grew immensely like that of a saint
Who hath willing succumbed to ideals of sinning
And nightly creatures pieced his demons back together.
As they added weight to his already blood stained wasteland

I begin to wonder...
Who is he now?
I am merely the vessel of what use to be.
Unless, of course that man...
Is the one I see in the mirror.

Nothing but a silent reminiscence of what was...
Human.

- Rayvn St. Claire
This is my first poem on here. Thanks for reading. - Rayvn "Ray"
Lucya Nov 2016
"Babe,do you know how much i love you?"* He asked.
"Not as much as i do" she smiled.
Pain changes people.
Lucya Oct 2016
Did you ever feel guilty at night for hurting me?
You're such a beautiful tragedy
Lucya Oct 2016
I heard my pillow say something
"Did he do that again?
I nodded
"And you forgive him that easy?"
"It's easier to forgive than to let him go" i said.
*"Well, i know he's a toxic but sometime we crave drugs in case we want to be high. And I feel like i'm flying when im with him."
Nabs Jan 2016
By Nabs

The day you went away
you rob all the colors
in my world
along with the stars
in my eyes
leaving cracks
all over my surfaces
making me numb to
the fact that
life still goes one
because
my heart had stop
beating
and you taught me
that means
I'm already dead
The one is intended and not a mistake
Ciske Feb 2015
Is he really
the same guy,
i fell in love with
that one December?

Is he the same guy
who made me laugh,
made me happy,
every single day?

The same guy
who stayed up
with me for hours,
watching movies,
listening to music,
and who played
me, the most
beautiful music
on his guitar.

Is he the same guy?
Because i don't see it.

He once called me
beautiful,
now he doesn't
call me
at all.
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