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 Dec 2019 Isla
Shay
I miss saying i love you
I loved you then
I love you now
We were best friends
Every smile came from you
Now tears do
I miss saying i love you
I miss saying it in the morning
I miss saying it at night
The feeling i would explode if i didn't tell you right then and there
I love you, i love you, i love you
Now you tell someone else
Now im a stranger
Now im not important
Maybe i don't love you now?
Maybe i do?
I definitely did
It was magic
Fairytale love
Love that could move mountains
Why did we end, i will always wonder
I miss saying I love you
I love you.
 Jul 2019 Isla
nishta
chai.
 Jul 2019 Isla
nishta
she was chai
exotic and thrilling.
i was addicted
drowning in her spices
her taste overwhelming me
engulfing me
but while i craved her
wanted her
she could never fulfil
the thirst in me.

i am parched
and i have no water.
chai=tea
 Jun 2019 Isla
rebecca
do you have moments, where you can’t imagine a future?
you’re lying there, staring at the
same walls
same ceilings
same words
with nothing but the same feelings-
empty and pale,
like there’s no reason to go on,
when you can’t even do enough to fail.
the future is coming, but you don’t want to be in it,
can’t imagine yourself in it.
where you just want to stop.
everything.
and just sit there for a while.
maybe not death, as that’s too permanent,
but something close to it.
when you can feel the rope around your neck,
the razor on your wrist,
the way the pills taste.
you can imagine it, and you aren’t sure if it’s what you want,
or just the feelings you imagine it will give you
Is this depression?
 May 2019 Isla
Kelsey Ann
hopefuls
stay afloat
in paper boats
bleeding ink
as they sink
in a sea of stars
 Apr 2019 Isla
Sydney Rose
11:11
 Apr 2019 Isla
Sydney Rose
my one wish is
to find someone
who sees the world
as beautiful as i do
with their mouth
preaching poetic beauty
as i have once done
to all the boys
i have loved
 Mar 2019 Isla
Rochelle Foles
sitting
                     in the quagmire of her self contempt
                     a flame ignites beneath
                     the blackened caldron


like
                      a frog
                      set to cook in a *** of tepid water

she
                      was clueless
                      she was being devoured
                      from the inside out
the things we do to ourselves...
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