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Julia Mae Oct 2016
happiness is so fleeting
i wish you weren't so quick on your feet to get away from me
Julia Mae Oct 2016
so here i find myself, sitting alone at the bar again
when i should have gone home, into your arms, into your bed
Julia Mae Oct 2016
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m y
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*y o u
Abigail Allen Oct 2016
I am not much more
Than the nicotine stained walls
And scratched records
I am crafted from

The same child who wore her grandfathers  glasses to stare at dingy linoleum in new light

The same child who wonders in her own set of rose color glass to peak at humanities  clouded flaw

No much more than mud , clear in her right that she too is made of stars
Julia Mae Oct 2016
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i like you more when you are sober
yeah, you're so much better
i like you more when you are you
that's the one i love and choose
Panic Theater Oct 2016
The attic still reeks
of your sandalwood scent
and the broken floors
still groan with
your name between their
creases and their grit.

The windows still
cradle your shadows
and the walls still
whisper of your name
in the silence
of the moon’s silver light

House, is not a home.
And what are four walls, anyway?

They are as good,
as the hearts that live
inside of them.

And what if…what if,
your home that keeps your heart warm
becomes some stranger’s arms?
Avellaneda Lesli Sep 2016
You smiled at me
You held me close
You promised me, looking me in the eye
You took all I was
You made me trust you
You made me love you
And now that you're gone, leaving behind my heart in a thousand pieces
Which piece am I supposed to follow
When I'm told
Follow your heart
I've felt beside myself lately, even though he says he loves me I feel any time he could lie to me, because people say, "I love you" with all the honesty in their eyes and later break you...
Joshua Penrod Sep 2016
It's not love unless someone is broken
It's not love unless they're able to break your heart
It's not innocence unless it's something that can be taken
And it's not trust if you can't trust them not to take it

It can't be passion if it's not underlying with hurt
And it's not value until you come to face with what you aren't worth
I't's not true unless it's threatened with a lie
And it can't be forever as long as something has the ability to die

It's not happiness without the faded photograph of misery
You only know what it can, when your certain of what it can't be
Knowing when to stop only because you know when to go

And knowing when it's over is the last thing that comes
And the first of the last things you will remember about her

"It's Not Love" -JP
Julia Mae Sep 2016
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the way i saw you smile
when i told you that i love you
and you didn't say it back
but it was just the way that you smiled
that meant so much more than that
Shruti Gauba Sep 2016
Young love;  
It's what burns between us
with the power of a thousand flames,
what consumes our mind
and our souls.  

It's youthful, and so are we,
careless about what people might think,
what wrongs might happen,
and where we might end up
with such reckless loving.

Our hearts are young,
and so are the minds
that are devoid of the knowledge,
that what we have ignited
has consumed us enough
to burn us red.

Red;
the color of blood,
and yet the color of love.
It's full of power, full of passion.
And so is our loving.                            
Fearless as ever in each other's embrace,
we burn with the power and passion,
and together we face what we have ignited;  
our fearless, destructive,
young love.
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