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Litzytczt Oct 7
is it crazy?
to think
that if you fall in love with me
it would totally be too early
but we could totally still last forever
Fenchurch Oct 7
You are everything I have ever wanted.
The opposite of all I have ever known.
Unreachable.
Inaccessible.
And yet, unforgettable.
6 years old,
wearing a beautiful pink dress,
with a cute ponytail hair,
a teddy bear on her right,
looking into the mirror, a bit struggling to speak fluently,
"mirror mirror, am i pretty yet?"

10 years old,
wearing a white shirt with her favorite cartoon character on it,
with a bandana on her head,
a sunflower on her right,
laughing while showing her teeth,
looking into the mirror, now she's smiling,
"mirror mirror, am i pretty yet?"

16 years old,
wearing a plain black shirt,
with her black headphone on her head,
cigarette on her right,
trying to remove dark circles below her eyes,
looking into the mirror, blankly,
"mirror mirror, am i pretty yet?"

18 years old,
wearing a sleeveless shirt,
her black and short hair is a mess,
a razor blade on her right,
blood dripping from her left arm,
looking into the mirror, crying while holding her scream,
"mirror mirror, am i pretty yet?"
"hey, everything will be okay in no time, just hold on, okay?"
zb Sep 22
it's been twenty-five years since i've seen you last
it's been twenty-five years since i set foot in these halls last
since i've heard your voice echo down these staircases and in my very bones
we're forty-three years old
a far cry from the eighteen year olds we'd been
before everyone had left and
before i'd held your hand for the last time

you're there with someone else
someone probably better for you in every way i wasn't,
couldn't ever be;
you've gotten a hair cut, i notice; it looks good
you look good in that shirt, under those lights
you look good
you've always looked good, to me

i'm standing in the corner.
where else would i be?
surely not in the fringes of the middle, by your side.
the lights are too dim to see you clearly
but i still remember your smile
the lights are too bright
to consider daring to approach;
i've spent years content in your orbit
i can do it for a night more

i'm glad i get to see you again
i don't know if i will, ever, after this
you live half-way across the country
you don't live alone
you don't think of me
not like how i think of you.
twenty-five years, and i'd never
forgotten the warm press of your hand on my arm,
the brush of it on my neck
i'd never stopped longing for you
but our paths diverged too early, and
we were too young, and
besides.
i had only ever been the one pining.

i can't get any closer, anyways,
you'd notice me
you'd remember me
you'd smile at me
you'd hold your hand out,
and of course i'd take it.
but there'd be no familiarity, no comfort,
not like how i want it;
there couldn't be.
she's right there, and
you never thought of it like how i did,
regardless.

i wish we were eighteen forever
i wish we could spend an eternity
as seniors goofing off in the library
as juniors at opposite ends of the school dance
as sophomores in the hallways after school
as freshmen hiding in math class during lunch.
i wish i could hold to that simplicity forever
no pressure
no isolation
just you and me, friends,
comfortable with each other
comfortable in each others' spaces.
who cares what kinds of feelings i harbor?
who cares what you think of me?
i had the freedom to press my hand
against yours, and you
had the freedom to put your arm
on me as i slept,
and that's the only thing that
ever mattered,
could matter,
would matter.

i wish i could stay here forever
i wish twenty-five years from now never happens
i wish i could stop time;

i wish you were mine.
Daniel Sep 13
That awkward kid
sitting in the back
of the class room
is holding on for
dear life
and the pencil in its hand
seems so heavy.

But nobody is helping the kid carry.

                                                         ­                                                  Danny
oh how lost Aug 29
Breaking news:  girl thinks she has cotard delusion

Journalist:  A walking corpse was spotted at Avenue 12


the girl:  help me feel. teach me how to feel. i want to feel.
Scarlett Aug 25
I am spiralling down a dark well
mortar and stone grazing my knuckles and fingers
in their desperate plea to find a crack
a divet
anything to stop the spiral
but I continue to fall
black upon black
grey upon grey
deeper and deeper
the water is at my ankles
sinking
sinking
sinking now
into putrid sludge of what I do not want to remember
swept into the dark ocean cave
of my mind
Scarlett Aug 15
I have gained five  kilograms

My brain is buzzing

I need it to go

I just want to disappear

Make myself small

Find me in the space between strength and frailty

Strong yet weak
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