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Joanna Alexandre Mar 2019
He takes my hand, and all feels right
And it’s in his arms I choose to spend the night
But come morning, when he’s awake
I think of the best excuse I can make
Because coffee tastes better to me alone
And I don’t like to eat except on my own
And I’m scared of having morning breath
So I say goodbye and wish him my best
And I’ve been ripping apart my skin
Trying so **** hard to let him in
But my best intentions just aren’t enough
And he could easily call me on my bluff
But to me, he doesn’t say anything
And to that night, I know he’ll cling
Because he tells me about it when I see him next
And I have to reassure him it’s for the best
But again he takes my hand,
and all feels right
And it’s in his arms I again
Choose to spend the night.
Philomena Mar 2019
I remember hearing those three words
I never said them first until you
I don't know if I was just desperately trying to feel something
Or just felt at peace with you since the beginning
You surprised me then and you surprise me now
And dear sweet heavens
I'm terrified of the day you get me down to two words
And mortified the day you have me at one
Kasti Mar 2019
I think about you a lot.
You’re always on my mind.
It’s honestly troubling sometimes,
how much you cross through my mind.

Never checking both ways, left, right, left.
Never considering how I would feel.
You don't tread lightly when exploring
my undiscovered corners and thoughts.

But that’s okay, I love you too much to blame you.
It’s unhealthy, maybe, maybe not, I know that I want you.
I need you.

but I don't love you.

Please just kiss me one time,
I’ve been dying to know you.

Just kiss me once more,
I've been dying to know
if this is real life.

A whirlwind of thoughts sweeps through, taking houses and trees right out the ground
Crashing, flashing, with a bang and a spark, it’s like magic
The flood of your eyes has fully taken over
And you’re the only thing on my mind.
I don't know why I write
Sophia Mar 2019
My heart is now divided in two.

One belongs to you.

And the other to you.

Is it possible to love two people at the same time?

What should I do?

Picking would be wrong...

No, no, no....

Both bring peace and joy.

But yet it’s accompanied by fear and doubt.

Oh Dilemma... why are you so sorrow?
Masha Yurkevich Mar 2019
A little girl
has two apples in her hands.
"Can I have one, sweetie?" her mother
asked. The girl looked at the two apples
in her hands and took a bite out of both
of them. The mother tried to hide her
disappointment of what her daughter
had just done. The little girl looks
up at her mother and hands
her one of the apples.

"Here mommy,"
she says,
"This one is sweeter
."
...
EmVidar Mar 2019
her friend had vanished with him. leaving us alone on the couch. cautiously I turned to the blue haired girl. leaning her head back towards me, I wondered what was on her mind. asking and in her response she smiled. "I'm not looking for love or anything, just something to write about". so stupidly I kissed her. and she
broke my nose
This poem is about being used by people who couldn't be honest. A story had floated around my school and people hadn't bothered to ask for her side of the story. Unfortunately she hadn't responded the way she had hoped and ended up losing a part of her
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