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 Jun 2019 sasha
scully
I want to write about what hurts because I think it will
Stop me from hurting. If I put these words on
A page then they will be easier to digest.
Poetry isn't curative by creation, it is
Just confession. Still, these remedial
Lines are what I turn to when I am holding
Too much in my hands. Right now, I feel
Like I am overflowing onto the ground below me.
For the first time,
I don't want to write about what hurts. I want
To keep it inside of me and let it burn me. I want
To carry it in my palms for as long as I can.
I should write
About how we've said goodbye so
Many times that it turned into a threat, a weapon
We made with our tongues.
I should write
About how I lied and got away with it,
How you got caught with
Your hands tied and no one to blame.
I should write
About how it was over before we waved the white
Flag, and I know what it means now
To hold onto a sinking ship.
I've never had anything to die for.
I should write about how I've never wanted
Something so much that I devastated it completely.
We loved in harsh conditions, under sun and darkness and
I don't know how to write about how
The love didn't save us.
I don't write about letting go as much as I write about
Holding on, and I want
That to change.
I don't want to write hurt just to feel it.
The next poem I write about you will be
About me. About how I held on and how I let go.
It won't be about your love, it will be about
Mine. It won't stop me from hurting, but
It is how I make it out
Of my love alive.
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 Jun 2019 sasha
Ty Katsarelis
She speaks in sapphire
With indigo inflections
She has nuances of navy
And turquoise imperfections
She arrives in aqua
And leaves a trace of teal
A reminder of her hue
As she moves in blue
 Jun 2019 sasha
libra
emotional
 Jun 2019 sasha
libra
i cried in your car remembering the ones who cast me aside
you told me i wasn’t ready
perhaps
you were right
His favorite color is grey
He tells me I'm beautiful
He has a strong love for the sea
His favorite food is sushi
He tells me all the small things he loves about me
He said "I love you" first

He wants to wake up to me in his arms
And do the ***** things he imagines
He smiles at me as I talk to him about the current book I'm reading
I think he might really love me

He asked me to take an adventure with him
One that's a year long
To a place where he says he can have both the things he loves
Me and the ocean

It feels natural to tell him
That I love him too
 Jun 2019 sasha
Julia Rose
I see you smile to yourself



Leap for joy
Over the moon for you
Very pretty
Everyone says


Your hand feels warm
On my own
Untouchable dream
 Jun 2019 sasha
unnamed
4 seconds
 Jun 2019 sasha
unnamed
13.8 billion years, the universe comes
into being. 4.6 billion years, the earth.
if it was all within an hour, the human
existence would be the last 4 seconds.
and that just barely scratches the surface.
 Jun 2019 sasha
em
magnet
 Jun 2019 sasha
em
the moon is 238,900 miles away
yet it still controls the tides
you are 783 miles away
and yet you still control my heart
ouchie
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