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dove May 2019
i broke a little bit
as i read your response
worthless, that word
thats what you said
you described yourself
as worthless
“don’t think like that”
“you’re not worthless”
i said that as tears were falling
Sonia Thomas May 2019
There are oceans in my body,
In your eyes,
And between us.

I have walked on water before and drowned.
My holy arms and legs said names and wrapped men as presents that they didn't deserve to be.

I am prone to wishful thinking
And my rapidly closing eyes
Are already building sandcastles.

Tear them down.
Tear them down.
Like you wore and tore me down.

Set me on fire and end me.
Nothing and too much are two extremes I have lived in.
Now bridge them and let me die.
I hate that you cheated
I hate that you lied
You better stop stalking on me
Before I tear you
Like you tear me
bk Apr 2019
Dear Fate,
When did you decide that it was fair
to bring two people together
just to tear them apart?
                    From,
                         A hopeless romantic.

Dear hopeless romantic,
When did I say it was fair?
Those words never left my mouth.
                   From,
                         Fate.

B.K.
Erian Rose Apr 2019
I'm hiding you
In my heart
Because you're the only thing
From keeping me cracking apart

If my heart
Ever tears
I know you'll be there
To sew the loose strings
From restraining me from leaving
This broken art

In the end
I guess all I am
Is hiding you away
André Morrison Apr 2019
The sight of you makes me feel at home
I love how the whisper of your voice in me ear
& The feeling your fingers on my cheeks as they roam
Eliminates all my innate fear, don't need to shed a tear
But I'm still shedding tears because you don't love me
Despite being intimate, we're not intertwined
None of your friends even know I exist
You hide me, for such a reason you resist to tell me
Even though my patience is past due
I stay because I'm in love with you
A piece of paper,
Pale skin,
Hands....
full of sin,
Bad choices,
Regret and remorse,
Into depression they sink,
Ink,
An author's blood n' tears,
A tool to which they might write about their fears,
Stains,
Of which faded memories remain,
A tainted soul,
A poet is made of Words of bold,
to reflect feelings untold
What a true poet is made of.
Erian Rose Mar 2019
If I could write you a letter
For how much I love you
The pages would be filled
From margin to margin
On every page
They would reach heights
That would be above reach

If the pages ever tear
Ever fade away
Just know I'll be here
To love you every day ❤
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