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 Aug 2018 Brian McDonagh
Saumya
I was there when each and every one of them broke her
I picked her up
I fed her
I comforted her to sleep every night
I woke her up, dressed her up, made her look pretty
And whenever she broke down again, I listened
At the end of the day, I was always there for me
 Aug 2018 Brian McDonagh
Saumya
Where does dignity go when it is lost?
 Aug 2018 Brian McDonagh
Saumya
tell me how you devour people’s hearts
one after an another
tasting their blood, breathing their souls and secrets
you leave a trail of broken people behind you and walk away with ease
on to the next victim

tell me how you live with the weight our sad, pained ghosts inside of you
 Aug 2018 Brian McDonagh
Saumya
We are all insecure
And we make fun of each other
Cause we desperately try to hate someone as much as we hate our own self
A boy bought me new feelings from Amazon,
I couldn't install them right,
so I gave them a 1-star rating.
i'm here,
saying all the things you don't have the guts to say,
here i am,
facing the elephant in the room,
setting it free,
it's about time for a goodbye to be made,
even if you are trying to avoid one.
I feel good today.
Not happy.
Not well.
Just good.

So good,
That I woke up humming my favorite song.
It’s a happy song.

So good,
That I dolled up to go out.
Makeup and everything.

So good,
That I didn’t put my headphones on while I walked through the streets.  

So good,
That I didn’t look down.
I smiled to everyone who walked past me.

So good,
That I laughed.
And meant it.

Today I felt so good
That I sat and wrote a happy poem.
Hoping that I could feel this good again tomorrow.
Finding this poet’s corner. Reading everyones poems. And other people reading mine. I feel happy about finding this site.
The words don't flow like I want them too.

They stutter.

They take their time to leave my mouth.

They aren't as clear as I hoped they would be.

They aren't right.

So I decided to stay silent.
Some things are better left unsaid.
“Do you believe in love at first sight?” -He asks

“No. I do not”- I say

“Why not?” -He asks again.

(Because falling in love at first sight is like falling in love with an appearance. The hair, the eyes, the body may all be perfect. But what about who’s on the inside. Such things are not gonna matter for the rest of our lives. Will you not love them when you see the flaws? Will you not love them when they are a mess?  Will you not love them when they aren’t as perfect anymore? As if their looks could show me who they really are. I don’t need such superficial love.) - I think

“I don't know.”- I say.
Darling,
take my hand and
dance with me.

Let’s perform the graceful art of painting lines on the floor with every swift move.
We spin around the dance floor, that has now become our home.
Softly, holding our bodies close.
Not too close,
but close enough.

Let us waltz into each other’s hearts with every step.
And with every movement let us prove our love.
A love for everyone to see.
Dance partners that were clearly meant to be.

Let’s dance salsa.
And no... I don’t mean the kind for chips.
The rhythmic salsa that makes our hearts beat out of our chests and intertwine with every note.
The salsa that causes the adrenaline in our bodies to rush as we follow every beat.

Let us practice our seduction through a heated tango.
As we caress each other’s bodies and souls.
Intensely loving and never wanting to let go.
A tango that will set our feelings on fire.

Darling,
Dance with me, please.
One last time before you leave.
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