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Lucy Mohr Apr 2018
come hide with me now.
under the blankets (no one
will look for us tonight)

We can hide, and no one will find us
we will be free,
we will worry no more...
for my good friend Alba (she wrote the first three lines)
Lucy Mohr Apr 2018
It's hard to explain, the thought, the bad things.
They don't cross my mind, they flop down and make themselves at home.
It's not the simple fact of the matter.
Mom thinks I'm moody.
Dad thinks it's "teen angst". Whatever the **** that is.
My sister can't stand it...

HOW ABOUT YOU OPEN YOUR ******* EYES FOR ONCE?

HOW ABOUT YOU CRAWL INTO MY SKIN?

HOW ABOUT YOU THINK ABOUT ME FOR ONCE?

I'M FALLING APART IN FRONT OF YOU...

AND YOU DONT CARE...

DO YOU?
Lucy Mohr Apr 2018
It's easier said than done.
Writing takes time, and sometimes, it just passes me by.
time marches on whether i want it to or not.
The poetry and stories are everything to me
Lucy Mohr Apr 2018
I used to say i wasn't good enough...
I used to think i couldn't do it...
I used to act like i was nothing...

until i met him...

now i say i am good enough...for him
now i think i can do it...for him
now i act like i am something... the love of his life

I met him... and everything changed...
Lucy Mohr Apr 2018
It's easier to hide...
It's easier to lay awake at night...
It's the thing that could **** me,
but i keep going cause it makes me high...
There once was a time
when a razor blade was my only friend...
there once was a time
where i would watch my blood,
afraid of nothing.... feeling nothing...


i was nothing


But then I met him.... and her.... and my brother....
They showed me that i don't need to slice into my own skin and watch my blood flow to be happy. They pressed my wounds, stopped the bleeding, stopped the tears, stopped the ugly thought, the bad things, before they consumed me again.

He kisses my scars.... saying that they where beautiful, like me...
She reminds me it's not the end of the world... because it isn't
my brother has my back, no matter what..... he kept me alive for years

i


am


not


alone


...
i was cleaning my desk up when i found a razor blade. It ******* wrecked me because i remembered when that used to be my only friend. I would get drunk on my own blood, and not see my world spinning faster and faster... until i couldn't handle it anymore...
Lucy Mohr Apr 2018
Love is wearing his shirt around the house because it's the only comfortable thing.
Love is replacing your last name with his because it sounds wayyyy better.
Love is trying desperately to get his name out of your head so you can concentrate.
Love is quitting a 20 year drinking problem because you have a baby on the way.
Love is wanting to **** him every **** day, but then he makes you smile when you are crying.
Love is watching his play with his niece and trying not to cry at how adorable it is.
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­Lust is yearning for her sweet kiss.
Lust is trying not to think of all the things you want to do to her.
Lust is biting your lip when she walks toward you.
Lust is thinking about her body....
Lust is loving her despite all her flaws.
Lust is the sensation that drives you mad at times....

Love and lust are two polar opposites, but they attract like the strongest magnet....
dedicated for my boyfriend.....
Lucy Mohr Apr 2018
The darkness closes in.
You feel as if you will never win.
Your soul is lost
Somewhere in the frost
Of perpetual winter.

The horror creeps in,
the dread sinks in...
"You'll never be normal...."

The art starts taking form,
everything you where afraid of takes form,
the pain, the loneliness, the loss of who you where.

What once made people smile,
makes then cry over you.
"What happened to my daughter?"
"I miss her..."

You watch from above,
seeing all the pain you left behind.




"I wish I could take it all back..... I'm sorry......."
Battles are not fought outside, but inside. Once you leave, there is no going back....
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