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Zywa Jun 7
To be touched
I have to
be seen and heard

speak sweet words
with a smile
Ever sweeter words

But you
give me perfume, a fishnet dress
and black-red lingerie

You like to explore
me as new
with pinches and kisses

the hard in the weak
curious about my cuddliness
and the little sounds I will sigh

You have so little patience
and pay me little
attention
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Francesca Jun 5
Tangled within death I faced,
Far beneath the fluttering of your ever long eyelashes,
Twinkle to the sun dancing upon them,
Upwards I look, gazing into the soulful pits of your love,
Roaring a fire into my clouded soul.

The desire you seem is gazed onto the gentle silhouette of my curves,
Yet on me all spark is vanished,
Burned to the grit of my deepestest depair,
Used for one a woman is 'known' best for ,
To be brought with the gentle peace of loneliness ever more.

-The loneliness comforted me more than you ever did.
In the quiet corners of my memories, I keep,
The sounds of love, loss & heartbreak, I softly weep,
I find myself trapped in the past,
Moments cherished, yet destined not to last.

Life opens up in chapters, not in one's embrace,
We journey through joy, yet sorrow we face.
The hearts together, then part on their own course,
Leaving behind both comfort and remorse.

I held you close, a secret in my heart,
A erupting fire and a flame bound to depart.
Closure sought, amid tears and moan,
My happiness vanished with each sunset's down.

Watching you leave, a shadow in the dark,
My soul drifting in emotions, so brisk,
Into another's arms, into another's life,
I stood, broken, no more strife.

Yet in the depth of my memories deeper,
Your laughter and warmth, will retain forever ,
For love's tender moments, though they fade,
Are etched in time, where they'll never evade.

I'll cherish the gifts of our shared togetherness,
And remember each moments of happiness,
Though paths part, and hearts endures pain,
Life unfolds, moments of experiences we gain.

For love is not bound to one, but to many a soul,
In the road map where destinies roll.
And though I loved deeply, in a time now past,
Life's journey continues, beyond what didn't last.

By
Sanji-Paul Arvind
Piyush Jun 4
Sometimes,
to **** someone
is kindness.
Yet none understand
the character’s blindness.

They laugh.
They abuse.
They always refuse
to stay another day.

And that's how
she walked away.

Only you know
how you stayed low—
how much you cried,
how hard you tried,
how deep you died.

But it doesn't matter.

Who the **** listens?
Who is up there?
What does He do?

Gave you life,
gave you a home,
yet you cry
just 'cause you didn’t
get your first phone.

Yeah, that's how it feels
when everything's locked inside.
Why do you look for light?
Live in the dark.
Live inside.

The home you got,
these walls,
stay here.

Why go there,
where you can’t even talk?
Why do you want to stalk
a beauty never yours?
Yet still,
you walk
near her block.

You idiot.
You fool.

Go say something.
Make her laugh.
Click her photographs.
Save them—
and cry
till you die.
Keep everything inside,
While you die outside.
Anailen Jun 4
i just wish
that you
would seek
the same comfort
that i seek in you
Im tired of this
Mariah Jun 4
Kissing him reminds
me of chlorine and sunshine
Heat in summertime
Sometimes he feels like childhood.
A sixth sense for cruelty,  
Like you could smell the paper-thin scent of recovery-  
Waiting for me to stand at the world's edge  
Let the tide slide over my toes  
And imagine myself becoming whole  

Cruel - like it was gifted by the gods  
Like you could sense the feeble first-steps of recovery-  
Waiting for me to stand at the world's edge  
Let the tide slide over my toes  
And imagine myself becoming whole  

You look at me like a Greek myth  
Full of serpent-stone, sirens and Aphrodite  
Remind me how easily you twist me  
Around your wicked finger  
Stake me down in your palm like a sacrifice  

Maligned and mangled at the foot of Olympus  
The spent offering, the naive fool-  
I'll stitch myself together in a practiced ritual,  
And wait for you to shatter me  
On your altar again
So easy for you being done with me
Tears cried for your name
Things begin looking up for a bit
They always end the same
That doesn't make much sense to me
Spin circles round and round
Scream at the top of my lungs that I love you
Your ears just ignore the sound
Like trapped inside a transparent box
Too incompetent to escape
Hands are bound with ropes
My mouth is covered in tape
To make peace with you is all I desire
Understand irrational fears
On surface situation is black-and-white
Beneath layers more complex than it appears
You think everything is so simple but to me it couldn't be more complicated
Jeremy Betts May 27
Is she jealous or angry?
That's the whole daamn thing
She's jealous for sure
The rest is her projecting

Find me laughing
Because it's so fuucking predictable
The "everyday" is everyday
But does that make the ending avoidable?

That's surely a possibility
But I'm not allowed to say I want to end it
Though the heart strings search out the fingers
Are those thoughts event independent?

I hate to admit it
But relationships are just a buffer
Maybe only a classic bowling lane bumper
Because you'll hate to know that know I am no longer finding that I'm stuck here
...

®2025
Rose May 27
dear you,

i fear i don’t know who i am anymore.
when i ask myself those very words, “who am i”, your name gets echoed through my bones like it’s mine too.
you’re no longer mine,
it seems my heart
and whatever’s left of my soul
refuses to accept it.

my soul keeps me half awake at night
still awaiting your call.
just awake enough to notice
if my screen lights up.

and my heart,
broken as ever,
holds on to the hope
that someday
you’ll want me again.

i think that hope
is what keeps it beating
and is why it’s not shattered
into fragments of
what we once were
what we weren’t
and everything we’ll never be.
he’s finally admitted he doesn’t want me anymore
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