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Ghostt Jun 2020
I could tell you everything about that day
From my hair down to my shoes
But I’ll never know the right words to say
Skinny jeans and a band T
I was at a concert
Did you even realize I was only 13?
My friend asked you for a ride home
You took us both, but she was the first to go
That’s when my mind started to roam
I could’ve sworn I lived closer
You kissed me and then you started to touch me
At first I didn’t mind, I did think you were cute
That’s when I realized what was about to be
You started to take my pants off
I said I had my period which I really did
You didn’t care, you just wanted to get one-off
I said no so many times
You didn’t care
How could you not see all the crossed lines?
Did you know I was a ******?
You took everything from me
My pride, my courage.
Zelda Jun 2020
Why does it seem like
people go from "Lost in life"
to "Too late to start"
Andrew Rueter Jun 2020
Two lanes
two lines
two trains
two times
two blunts
too much
to lunch
too rough.

Two taxis
two cabs
two backseats
to dad
to dinner
two grinners
too inner.

Two hours
too long
to cower
to home
to something
too nothing.
Mr Tendy May 2020
Old
I was all by myself, when it dawn on me that I was too old for my age.

Too old to be older, even if that was all I wanted as a child.

Too old to be a lover, even if that was my must wanted fantasy.

Too old to heartbroken, if  when I did my best to avoid it happening.

Too old to be in another relationship,
After all the ones I try left me in pieces & ashes.

Too old to tell you how old you are in my heart for this short time together.

Am just too old to be here, too old to tell you, too old to agree with you, too old to let you go.

Am just too old to be older than am old to be.
Hollis Apr 2020
I love you...
More than quiet trips to the library
More than a up of delicious iced coffee
More than cancelling Friday night plans
More than Tumblr and Pinterest
More than a new book that hasn’t been opened yet
More than the old bookstore smell
More than the coffee shop no one knows about so I’m the only one in it
More than finishing my homework early
More than writing a new page of my book
It was 12:30 and if you'd believe it...this was early for me
I try to acknowledge these small victories
Hardly an epiphany it seems, but maybe it was for me
but as I sip this coffee made lukewarm by thoughts and reflections becoming the sunlight through the window illuminating a different spot on the floor, I know I must acknowledge it
The taste is more bitter than that first sip and it makes me question if this is really about taste
With each stretching step, I look for something new to set my sights on and make this worthwhile
Loading memories of adventure and friends and brighter days as a habit
and then scolding myself for not being here right now
Though I breathe deeply and take faith
I've made it through, more so I realize
I like myself and
I might as well
This was my submission to get approved for the site
vanessa ann Mar 2020
sorry, did i stutter too much?
i hope you don’t mind.
it’s just that i’m scared my heart will fall out of my guts
if i keep talking to you like this

because how do you say i love you without saying i love you?
“i miss you” is too general to be perceived as anything but platonic, isn’t it?
but “you matter to me” is too personal for my comfort,
and “you are my world” might just be too much
for the both of us

it’s not like i’m in love with you or anything,
i just think it’d be nice to feel your heart beating
against mine.
—but if the universe aligns...
Mrs Anybody Mar 2020
why do i
always start
to care
for people
i barely know

when they
probably don't
care about me
also check out my other poems!  :)
Casey Mar 2020
If I don’t cut the threads on my legs,
will gravity finally pull me down?

Am I doomed here to drown?
Save yourselves.
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