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I loved you, at first,
more than anything.
Nothing else mattered,
If I could be by your side,
I would’ve protected you from a n y t h i n g.

The feeling of
your lips touching mine.
Cold and dull,
is it wrong that I still miss them?

Your eyes drifted to others,
never straying to mine,
never filled with the same spark.
Why won't you look at me?

You would say it,
those three words and I could only listen
as you say it to the others.
Not to me. Never to me.
They always got your love,
and warm smiles,
while you gave me your screams of
"You should be happy. Why aren't you happy?"

My orders:
never to be near you,
holding hands was forbidden,  
we did not know each other, not publicly.
They would get the wrong idea.
“She's just a friend,” You would say.
Forcing me into a corner, chained,
As your collar (pleaseithurtsithurts) leaves me
b r e a t h l e s s.

It was all a game, wasn't it?
Of how fast I could love you (whatwasithinking),
of how much I could bleed (Goditwaseverywhere)
of how long before I couldn’t take it (saveme,please,anyone)
You were the king,
and I, your faithful pawn,
Just another piece on your board.

Your touches, never warm, never tender
What an artist you were,
Always defacing your canvas with your brushes,
Aren’t you talented?
Is this what love is?
Take it back, please,
I don't want this anymore.  
I just wanna forget (getitoutgetitout).

It’s okay, you don’t have to love me, no one ever does.”
I saw a prompt and this poem came to mind. I hope you love it and be sure to comment what you think. Check out my other works!!
 Jul 2018 Voodoo Queen
LexiSully
Do you see me, staring, holding my heart in my outstretched hands?

Do you hear me, whispering, voicing my feelings into your covered ears?

Do you feel me, grazing, brushing my fingertips across your fist?

Do you realize that I'm falling, whirling, tumbling head over heals, or are you immune to love's blindness?
I put myself out there, now just don't leave me hanging.
I've dated poets most of my life
So I could talk back and forth in rhyme

Sounds a bit  odd to some I know
But it helps with the conversations flow

That is where my mind is at
Poetry in every breath

Speak to me in hyperbole's
Sure fire way to get what you please

Sweet imagery entices me
Otherwise I may not have seen

It helps to shine a different light
When you date poets most of your life
She told me she's from somewhere
But I still have my doubts
Asks if I've ever been there
Maybe so but I've lost count

She showed me her reflection
Sparkles as it shines
Asks me if I have one
I say yes but it's not mine

She counts off the minutes
Adds them to her day
Asks if I can spare one
But I gave mine away

True to her convictions
A truth that ain't no lie
The day I found her missing
She never said goodbye

My guess is she went somewhere
Strung along by sound
I might one day go back there
But still, I have my doubts
 Jan 2018 Voodoo Queen
Reign
Most say the Ultimate Sacrifice is to give your life
But I look at it in a different light
To me there’s no question that this right is acknowledged as to give a life for this comes to a woman at a given price
This Alien has hijacked and invaded
Hunger increases while memories faded
Pain from limbs
Worst than any stomping of Timbs
Identities over shadowed for the creation of them
Ironic......
It takes a body to be destroyed
For creating a body that’s adored
I think that this should be an option under Sacrifice explored
The mental battle between your likes from their likes
Your wants from their wants
What’s wrong to what’s right
These invaders should place you on a royal throne
Instead some just **** you dry
Stretch you out
Risk your life
But never say thank you
You paid a price
The Ultimate Price
I guess someone did die for this Sacrifice
Motherhood Sacrifice under appreciated
 Jan 2018 Voodoo Queen
Lior Gavra
It flies amongst the stars.
Flashes for a moment.
Despite the left scars.
Holds a place close, yet far.

It carries the fallen.
From mistaken paths.
To reaches impossible.
And develops new plans.

It creates new countries.
Raises dead soldiers.
Stamps unsung heroes.
With a feeling of free.

Hear its silent sound.
Open up your eyes.
Place it in your heart.
Elevate from the ground.

It helps us climb.
Better than rope.
Do you see its shape?
It is hope.
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