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Brando Feb 2019
I have washed my sheets hundreds of times
All in an effort to purge the memory of you
Your scent permeating my clothing
As thou you were the one inhabiting them
There is no sense in trying to get rid of you
My body has molded itself into your submissive
I have become so accustomed to your touch
Addicted to the sensation
Needing a fix, we both seek a night of sin
You have infiltrated my mind
Reading my thoughts
Manipulating me
Saying all the things you know I want to hear
Body stained with the blood of my lips
You stare down at me
I have once again been fooled by those eyes
Glowing with lust
I am swallowed whole by your insatiable desire for me
In my compliant nature, I kneel at your feet
Following ever command you utter
My body broken from the chains you’ve placed on me
I belong to you, property for you to tend to
But that night meant nothing to you
Those words you spoke, were all in an effort to exploit my vulnerability
I neglectfully admit that it worked
You have me, once again, at your service
It would be wise of me to end this already
For the sake of my own sanity and dignity
Consumed by your charm, but deterred by our past
I am drawn in
The alcohol rushing through my veins and the music radiating through my body
Nothing mattered in the moment, but now,
I am the fool who slept with you
a boy I had feelings for used me for *** and told me he missed me without even seeing me naked. now he has me all ****** up in the head but Im trying to move past it and care for the new person in my life. but those eyes got me stuck.
annh Jan 2019
Your thirst
Now quenched,
Fuels the fire
Of my regret,
A post-****** paradox.
A failed katuata - 5-7-7 poem. **** those syllables! :)
Quin Rosenheart Aug 2018
You're my everything
My all-seeing light
Even though it's dark
You guide me through the night

The phases of the moon
The shadows on our face
We dance in the lunar light
While both our hearts race

Holding each other close
Closer than can be
I love you tonight my darling
I hope you can love me
Aa Harvey Jul 2018
Confused By Love, Enlightened By Life.


Hey there mystery girl, with your pale green eyes,
This feeling has come as quite a surprise
And my feelings for you I can no longer deny.
I've known you for years
And we've never got it together.
Now I wish the two of us,
Had always been together.


For now when I see you, my eyes become transfixed
And my full attention, to you, I can finally give;
Without a distraction, for this risk I can take;
For in you I could trust, to ruin today.
If with me, you could fall in love and I believe you could,
Then that would make two of us who are fools for love.


But that guys distracting you
And when it's over I'll come a knocking,
Because our night together, cannot be forgotten
And simply spending time with you,
Simply watching a movie;
Makes me so incredibly happy.


And to simply hold you next to me
And to know you want to be with me,
Is always a part of my favorite day-dream.
I can't believe I said we had to part,
Because I was scared you would break my heart,
Or you would fall apart.


Now I feel so sad inside, without you my amour,
For you I simply still adore
And these feelings I can no longer ignore.


But writing this poem makes me feel sad,
For I should just forget you
And we should just have a laugh
And maybe become the best of friends.
I hope you know, that on me you can depend;
To hide my feelings…
For all my daydreaming must now come to an end.


(C)2011 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Courtney Jun 2018
She wears long sleeves to hide her scars he smokes a cigarette in the back of his car. They’ve been pushed to the point of wanting it all to end. They have an unborn child which they don’t know yet, it was a one night stand that left her with regret.

They don’t feel like they can raise a child but those two pink lines make her feel better now, it’s a fresh start and a second chance for him to be a better man than what he is now and what his father was growing up a chance to wake up every morning next to the woman he loves.

She’s afraid of the mother she will be, afraid that her little girl will be sitting in her room alone comforted by an empty bottle and a blade with so many tears streaming down her child’s face just like hers did.
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