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bess goldstein Apr 2022
I don’t give my plants enough water.
I don’t give any to myself.
I don’t know how they’re all still alive.
I don’t know how to ask for help.

You always go and leave.
You never ask if I'm okay.
You just leave me to rot.
You let the bad habits stay.

I can’t seem to ever fill my cup
without your hands holding me up.
Em Feb 2021
There she sat in front of me with her red lipstick on and a smile that showed off her pearly white teeth that always seemed to light up a room
but something was off
Was it the sweetness I felt, disappearing when I looked at her?
Only the tingling on my tongue after eating too many sour candies was left as I saw her smile slowly curve down each day I saw her
She had a lot of sour moments now that I look back.
I miss the fresh peppermint laughs we shared
what's left now is a silhouette
a wrapper of what we could have been
and now as I sit here looking through her
I begin to crack from the way she makes me feel
She doesn't know
She'll never know about the red stripes she left on me
can a shattered candy cane be put back together?
it might seem impossible
some parts may be lost
but with some time
I'll be back on my feet again
and she'll move on to someone sweeter
maybe a gumdrop this time
Without losing her
I would never have found my marshmallows friends who I know I can always fall back on their soft embrace
They will be there supporting me till my expiration date
I rewrote my last poem because I've changed a lot since 2019 and thank god I did. The ends kinda cringe lol
eva-mae coffey Dec 2020
Don't forgive his crimes just
because he can kiss them better.
I see his stained hands
every time I close my eyes.
I can’t escape the whispered lies,
they ring in my ears like a constant-
Hush! You wouldn’t want them to hear us.

I still feel his hands wrenching my wrist.
Remember how I wished his grip
Would loosen, if only a little.
Thought of the tenderness love
Was supposed to connote,
as the blood dripped persistently
into my throat.

It was then that I realized.
With nothing left in me,
that anything is better than
Being worshipped, forcibly.
one day you will regret this.
Voahirana Nov 2020
I knew that you didn’t love me back,
that didn’t stop the pain that came with the words,
“I’ve never thought of you that way.”
I cared for you,
you cared for yourself.
I was never good enough to be loved unconditionally,
never good enough to be your first choice.
You were the rain,
creating my river of tears.
Not one conversation ended happily,
yet you remained a bolder in my path that I refused to move.
I locked myself in a cage with your name on it to impress you,
you didn’t even notice.
Flirting and leading me on was a game,
a punishment,
in your words “just a joke,”
In mine,
the final straw that pushed me into my suicidal hole.
And, I still loved you.
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