"Loved the way I loved you."
EnnArr 

Who are you?
You used to love me.
Loved the way I loved you.

Who are you?
You used to make me smile.
Now all you do is make me cringe.

Who are you?
A sorry excuse for a life.
Controlled by your sickness.

Who are you?
And what have you done with my love?
Who are you and why do I still love you?

"t and you will be accepted, you will be loved, free."
Paulina 

On a journey down to nowhere
I have realized many things.
Dwelling on the subject; friendship
And what once a stranger said to me
“You’re not a no-man
Neither am I”
He continued with a sigh.
The stranger gazed high above the tree tops
We heard the sirens of the cops
As little raindrops gently landed on our faces.
There were no traces of violence just serenity.
“You can feel and so can I
We could perish in a blink of an eye.
We can withstand the strongest storm
Yet we are torn from a cunning plan.
We are strong when we’re united yet
How weak we are alone.
Then why do we insist to consist in groups
Exclusion is not the solution to our society
The variety of us is overwhelming
Compelling us to accept
So why do we resist?”
He preached
Continued to persist for his message was vital.
Accept and you will be accepted, you will be loved, free.
On a journey down to nowhere
I have realized…
Unity is vital.

"a loved one turned to stone"
Melody W 

pale upturned face
seeking my approval
all the while stealing
glances at the old clock

I nod encouragement
even upon witnessing
tiny stumbles over words,
sharp precious stones

small fingers hold its spine
steadily turning pages
ancient as elms
trapped in wooden crates

their likeness not unlike mine
I marvel at flitting images
from my fleeting past
and savor in my mind

times when my own tiny fingers
held picture books, novels,
all the wonders of this world
and not yet had to cradle
a loved one turned to stone

©MW
"You know, you told me you loved me."
Tessellate 

i acted cool.
You know, like how they do it on TV.

27 floors up,
your door was unlocked.

i didn't take my shoes off,
that way you could see the bad ass i really am,
deep down.

You know, you told me you loved me.
That's why I came.
i believed you.

Oh, how naive of you, i think back now.

I sat on your beat-down chair,
while you sprawled out on the floor-level couch.

I was terrified,
but the kids on TV are never scared.

He said he loved you.
No one else has ever felt that way before.
He loves you, kid.
You can do it.

Come cuddle on the couch?
Meh, maybe if i feel like it later.

Play. It. Cool.

i slide unto the foot of your sex-stained sofa.
i can feel your feet shaking behind my back,
your toes teasing my sides,
poking in and out between my ribs.

i know what you want,
and i want it too.

Keep. It. Cool. Kid. Keep it Cool.

i feel my hands slip out of your tight grasp,
my fingers inching their way up your leg,
following the dips of your pelvic bone.

What is happening?

The taste of you is so foreign to me.
i've never known the sweetness of another human being.

Let's go to your room?

Kid, it's just like on TV.

Okay, yeah, i guess if you really want to.

i didn't want to take my clothes off.

The world was spinning,
i was seeing and feeling things i didn't know to exist.

What is happening?

i love you.
i love you, i love you.

it's all over,
i leave.
27 floors of shame.

not only don't you love me,

you don't talk to me.

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