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Keilah Jun 2014
I have listened to a single song
a hundred of times.
I have watched a movie
five times in a week.
I have read a book
over and over again.
I have inked quotes on my arms
a million times over.

I am good - no great
- with repetitions.
The idyllic sound of it in my ears
The calm, soothing visual on my eyes
The insatiable want for familiarity
The loops, and returns, and hoops, and lavish rhymes in my mind.
I am good - no great
- with repetitions.

But you - yes you -
made me sick of what I once thought
as beautiful.
You fed me words, phrases, tunes, sonnets, lines, quotes, rhythms
(over and over again)

You know what they repeatedly whispered
in my dull, aching ears?
"I don't want you anymore"

And you know what my stupid,
***** of a mouth said?
"Give me one more chance"

Never have a repetition made
my stomach churn
with sickness and
loathing for me.
Yes me.
labyrinths Jun 2014
LET ME BE YOU
WITHOUT GIVING EVEN HALF
AS MUCH OF THE EFFORT
I GIVE TO BE ME
whatever
the white deer Jun 2014
for the first time, I have my hands on your hips,
and if I were a betting man I'd say the third shot of gin
is who put them there.
I am staring at your lower lip,
and you're staring at my eyes, or something.
the part of my brain that hasn't been inundated by alcohol is begging me to stop,
but the rest of me is begging you to never let go once your cold hands find my burning neck.
antxthesis Jun 2014
Today marks a month since we haven’t spoken.
Today marks a month since our friendship was broken.
I don’t know what happened,
And I don’t know what I did.
All I remember is the letter I wrote…
The letter which took us
                                                                ­                a   p  a  r  t.

I had polished it
Cleaned it,
And fine-tuned it
To make it perfect for you, my ex best friend.
But believe me when I say, that’s when our friendship ended.
I remember how I typed it ,
And how I wrote it.
And I remember doing it four times…


I had forgotten it all,
Forgotten it like it was a bitter medicine,
One which only left a bad aftertaste in my mouth.
Until, I found the letter.
That was when I began to cry,
That was when I realized
That, this loss was my prize.
A prize for wanting too much,
A prize for getting too close, too attached
Like threads in my clothes.
The only thing left, was for it to be burnt.


I burnt it and watched it turn into ashes.
I watched our memories fade away.
I remember how viciously the flames fought its way to my face.
As if it was saying : “This is what you get- shame and disgrace.”
And all I could do was cry,
As I watched our memories fade
a  w  a  y.
nichole r Jun 2014
they all tell me
that my dreams are
s t u p i d .
I can never be what makes my chest swell in pride
I can never be what makes my breath come easier
I can never be what makes my heart pulse faster under my skin
I can never be who I need to be
because of their
s t u p i d
comments
telling me that my dreams
are incredibly
s t u p i d .
Vivian Jun 2014
I don't want to hear about it
I don't want to hear about it
about the relationships you tried to have with women I look up to
about you wasting their time
and your inferiority complex

I don't want to hear about it
now or ever
five years down the road
or in the next second

I don't want to hear about it
I can't feel that feeling in the back of my throat that I felt the summer my parents broke up
I can't

You seem to think I can forget
Like amnesia is normal
and love can conquer all
but you stabbed me 3 too many times
and I'm so young
why do you expect me to stay
or even want me to?

I don't want to hear about it
I never want to see you again
adshimabuko Jun 2014
you say you're hurt
yet, you keep on cutting

you say you're isolated
yet, you keep building walls

you say they hate you
yet, you've already killed them all in your head

you say they don't understand
yet, you show no signs

you say you want to change
yet, you do nothing about it

you say you'll go far away
yet, you don't know it is always like this

you say you'll be an artist
yet, you only paint in red

you say you can't wait to live
yet, you're already dead
Brianna Jun 2014
You remember when we planned out imaginary weddings? We picked out the dress and the location.
We were so dumb.

You remember when we walked the river in middle of the night?
It was freezing and nearly winter and we put our feet in anyway.
We were so dumb.

You remember when we ate cold Mac n cheese in your parents living room drinking till we couldn't think?
We laughed till we cried.., then we couldn't stop crying over each other.
We were so dumb.

You remember the 4 times we have tried, the endless, sleeveless nights?
The morning of regrets and the nights of pain? The day you left and moved away? The day I fell head over heels? The day you fell out of love...
We are so dumb.
I am so dumb.
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