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 Jul 2017 K
Rhiannon
I wanted to get a wasp tattooed onto my arm,
But you didn't like the idea.
The wasp is meant to represent my internal battle,
of your acceptance, my desperation, but mostly the fear.

The fear that you wouldn't like what I was doing,
Because Mother is God in the eyes of a child.
Yet, ironically, you raised me to think for myself,
Bohemian and wild.

The tattoo is supposed to remind me,
that sometimes when you feel life is falling apart,
it's just life falling into place,
like when your disapproval smashes against my heart.
I'm getting the tattoo anyway.
 Jul 2017 K
nica
A picture of true love was what you showed to me, loving unconditionally and deeply. But love, and people, was too complicated to be just like that. I've got too much flaws and issues within myself. And you cant keep up with our down's and up's, so you gave up.
A picture of an almost perfect love story that ended up so badly, is all you left me.

A picture of a pure heart was what yours was, till now, i know how full of love your heart is. Always willing to give without asking anything in return. Always loving even if it means youre hurting. But I've got a cold heart of stone from all the failures I've experienced before. And just when you melt mine, your heart, and all its love, had frozen already.
A picture of a shattered heart broken to the tiniest bits is all you left me

A picture of promises not to be broken was what you gave me. For the first five months of our run, you made me believe in promises. But as more months passed by, you showed me the truth.
A picture that promises are really not for keeping is all you left me

A picture of a love that conquers all was what our love once was. Distance, time zone, gender, age and all, we bravely faced them. Determined to win and have our own happy ending. But the worthwhile fight had its own ending.
A picture of love defeated by circumstances is all you left me

A picture of the future was what we imagined together. For the very first time, i believe in tomorrow because of you. We had a lots of plans, but on the way of making them real, pain comes too.
A picture of a foiled future together is all you left me

A picture of you, yes you, before we got the guts to admit our feelings, before you left for Canada and before you left me for good, you gave me that picture. The only thing you left me alongside with thousands of memories. A picture i cant destroy but would rather keep. Just like all those memories we shared and made together.
A picture of us, from the movie-like start to a Shakespearean ending, is all you left me.
 Jul 2017 K
Danna
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 Jul 2017 K
Danna
You always think you are over it, until you see him again, with another girl in his arms. And you're brought back to every time he said "I love you" and to the day he said "Maybe we're better off without". Accompanied by the feeling of never being good enough and always trying too hard.
 Jul 2017 K
Lexander J
Love Is Dead
 Jul 2017 K
Lexander J
Love is a word too many times I've heard
say it to show affection
to indulge in temptation and lurid satisfaction,

thrown around like a leprositic disease
the blasphemy a sin enough to bring me to my knees

it reeks of fake and knocks me sick
a glimmer of hope that's just too quick
is it any wonder my mind's paralysed
when such a word is a substitute for lies?

The sound churns my stomach, rots my brittle insides
you stupid *****, you've unleashed the septic I tried to hide
a simple word you really shouldn't have said
for now the pale God's alive and my conscious is dead

and now I stroke the shiny scars I bare
wondering if I ever have the capacity to care
the confusion curdles and warps
for what is love when people continue to distort?
 Jul 2017 K
Maria Etre
I lay you on my lips
you burn me
out of breath

I kiss you
intermittently
inhaling
all the satisfaction
I can take

I catch my breath
in between  
till you finish
by signing my lips
with that little
burn
that keeps me
wanting
more
dear cigarettes
 Jul 2017 K
Rachel Hickey
s e x
 Jul 2017 K
Rachel Hickey
Dig your nails into my skin and pull apart my flesh
Pick me into pieces and shred my every breath
Beat my blood like morning eggs and take your rightful pound
Spin my head and shake my legs but I won't make a sound
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