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Nayana Nair Oct 2018
A drop of me falls on your leaves,
falls from your leaves.
The rain of love
finds you again
even if it is without me.
The ground of reality
hits me again,
asking me to give you up.
It tells me that
if I wait enough,
wait long enough
I will find you.
And by finding you
only I will be ruined.
Petrichor Oct 2018
"Your body is ruined" he says,
"because it has been touched by another man's hands"
before his.
Ask him how many woman's bodies have
his hands ruined,
and,
what is wrong,
in his mind,
with a man's hands that only know
how to ruin a woman's body,
rather than
love it.
Thorns and petals make a woman


INSPIRED BY NIKITA GILL
lovelywildflower Oct 2018
sitting in the nurse's office to avoid class
my head hurts from thinking too much
leaves running after each other outside the window
why can't i be that free?
i just ruined another thing
got yelled at by a friend
accused of something i didn't do
but my protesting didn't work
the leaves are still falling
they're scattered on the ground
scattered like raindrops from my eyes
the road up to the school is painted with leaves
the cracks in the pavement are just the scars the world bears
can't you see the cracks in me?
now i'm afraid to touch everything i see
afraid to ruin another thing
i'll just leave
Gale L Mccoy Oct 2018
i am tired of asking for help
for now ill let myself wallow
in the water i have soiled
because i know that
this time ive done what i can
to float through to the other side

i dont want anyone else to ruin their
cloths trying to drag me out
Kellin Aug 2018
daddy fractured our world,
titled it off it’s axis, sent it
careening out of control.
that was before the day
his own impairment
made him overcorrect,
****
the mercedes onto unpaved
shoulder, then back
across two lanes of traffic,
and over the double yellow
lines, head-on into traffic.
that was before the one-ton
truck sliced the passenger
side wide open. that was
before premature death, battered
bodies, and scars no plastic
surgeon could ever repair.
yes, that was before
Lyn-Purcell Aug 2018
Sweet love leads to ruin.
Working on the Gala freeverse currently! ^-^
Lyn ***
Selena WH Aug 2018
You drained me of my identity and
Injected self doubt into my veins
Left me questioning my own sanity
Walking around aimlessly
At war with my own body every day
Trying to scrub your heavy words off my skin
My mental state has been shaken to its core
I don´t know who I am anymore.
I was in a relationship, as you can tell by some of my older poems, which I now recognize as emotionally abusive. This poem tells a lot.
luminary Sanhedrin
of California
Valley with
the mouth
of Big
Sur that
made island
their oasis
where Levites
Scholars bade
them Jerusalem
and where
Mormons would
praise Ottoman
and imperial
permitters mostly
left woebegone
a wrong of rights
Ailene Lee Aug 2018
how do you do that?
break and mend me all the same.
make me cry and laugh at the same time.
I should’ve known this was a double-edged sword since the beginning, I should’ve been able to tell how much this could ruin me and move me all the same.
before all of this, warning signs were merely a disguise of false alarms. I should’ve run when I had the chance. I shouldn’t have knotted any of my strings with yours, for they are now such a struggle to pull apart.
I should’ve, I should’ve.
what am I still doing in your arms, if I should’ve?
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