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Henry Nolan Oct 2018
She found me crumpled up on her way out
from a Sunday night shift.

She picked me up.
She opened me up,
and she read me.

She squinted enough to make out
the hard to read parts. Why?

She inspected me inwardly and out
towards my outer edges.
Torn up, filled with makeup fingerprints,
and a few red lipstick stains of
broken promises.

I was cautious to let her read between
the lines, but her stare was enough to see
right through my smudges.

She cracked a smile.
She had her laugh.
She felt the butterflies inside of her.
She contemplated folding me and keeping me.

And I could feel the warmth of her
fingertips, so I unwrinkled, perked up, and
lost some creases.

It was all there. All that I was.
At least what was left of me.
And I was all hers, without the fear and
all of the hope.

She pulled out a pen and wrote,
"You might be the one."

I took in the ink and I believed it.

A light bulb then went off in her head, and
she remembered the letter
she had been hopelessly waiting for
in her mailbox.

The letter she wasn't sure
would ever come.

With a few more make up stains than before,
and a new cigarette burn, she crumpled me
back up and forgot about me in her purse.

- Hey, you missed the trash can.
Nicole Oct 2018
I'm very grateful for
The progress I've made
And that I can realize now
Just how much
I allowed people to use me
Without seeing them
Doing anything wrong
It was always an issue with me
I either wasn't enough or
I was everything
Used only one way

She acted like she loved me
But ever since high school
All I was to her
Was a good **** and
A solid support system
Reliably there when she needed me
A schedule she chose herself
Said I was the one who got away
I was probably just the safe choice
As she always came back
Trying to get in bed with me
Even when we both had boyfriends
And after rejecting her then
Radio silence

Or another one
She was never real with me
I don't think she knew herself
So she'd change per person
And she moved in with me
Fully knowing it was a bad idea
To her I was a nice guy
Which allowed her to use me
Manipulating my mentality
And trying to fit in everywhere
Using anything to get her way
Lying to everyone constantly
But if you're not being real
You're a piece in the wrong puzzle

And I really don't want to
Hold onto the past at all
So before you think I'm not over it
Please understand that
This is just reflection
Of my own mistakes too
In a way that helps me grow
Because I sure as hell
Will not let this happen again
I am worth so much more
Than what I can give to others
I am a person too
My feelings, thoughts, and choices
They're entirely my own
No one else can control them
Not anymore
Sparta Oct 2018
Did you want me just because I look like your ex?
Was I only there to warm your bed?
You knew that I would because I loved you with everything I had.
You took advantage of that.

Did you need someone to forget?
I hope you're back in that dark place now.
No, I don't.
Yes, I do.
No...I don't.

You were always more to me than I was to you.
And I knew that,
But I hoped I was wrong.
So I dived in lips first anyway.

You were too good to be true.

I feel like a tissue.
Paper-thin, one time use only.
There for you to wipe away your sorrows,
Then throw out.

That's what I was for you,
So it makes sense that you got rid of me.
p Oct 2018
I built you up
made you hold on

you took my love
used it all for yourself

in the end
you left me nothing at all

for once in my life
I know for sure

that people like you
I need to let go.
Nina Oct 2018
He appeared with his ******* eyes and charming smile.
Attracting her presence
Keeping her close.
He treated her with care
And made her feel like home

But don't be fooled by his looks
For he is merely a dark soul
using girls he finds along the way
Pretending to be nice
In order to take their innocence
And leaving them broken
Brandon Conway Oct 2018
Feast your eyes upon all the
                                       mangled
                                                twitching
                                                            bodi­es

trapped in the grills of fat and
                                                        brown
                                                              pa­ckage
                                                           ­         trucks

so far away from the idyllic blades of
                                                                ­ green
                                                                ­        and
                                                                ­           sun

crossing ***-hole asphalted rivers where
                                                               alligators
                                                                ­        speed
                                                                ­            amuck

We all get hurt crossing seemingly
                                                       empty
                                                           perilous
                                                        ­           streets

and end up in some wolf-dressed-as-sheep
                                                                ­    machine's
                                                                ­               sharp
                                                                ­                     teeth

are we different from the insects
                                                 roaming
                                                              on­
                                                            inst­inct?

If only you could wiggle your body more to the side
but the alligator never slows and the wind is a bonafide
                                           bully.                                              
At least I can see whats ahead, might as well enjoy the ride.
I'll play the tinker toy,
You play your game.
Use me, abuse me.
For boredom, I'll take blame.
Emotional backboard
My role and my place.
I'll keep you happy
Til you forget my face.
My role as your keeper,
One of tarnished brass,
Is full of rewards
Seldom worth all the gas.
And please hear me beg you,
A toy of my own,
To fill in the space,
That you just leave unsewn.
Celia Sep 2018
Sitting here, next to you,
Side by side, as idle equals,
A girls heart is not as tough,
A boy's hands are just as rough.
We play and laugh, you make me cry,
I truly think I might just die.

Sitting here, next to you,
Side by side, as idle equals,
Gonna lose me at the drop of a hat,
No, I’m worth more than that.
Make me think I’m letting you down when I say no,
I think I’ll lose you altogether if I say go.

Sitting here, next to you,
Side by side, as idle equals,
You say that I am special, but we both know I’m not,
And you get what it is, that notch that you want.
I forgive you, and go on, with my unforgetting mind,
Don’t you know that I’m really not gonna be just fine?

You start to wonder what it was that you did that blew it,
The truth is we know, what you did and why you do it.
Make me feel like nothing, like trash, like ****,
Funny how I’m the one who always takes the hit.
And sitting here, next to you, two lives whose manor will never cross,
I know now, that we will never be idle equals.
This is dedicated to every person out there that has felt this way in a relationship. In the moment it's always hard to see a way out, but once you find the exit you take it and never go back.

Forgeting is easy, Forgiving is hard.
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