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 May 2015 Aynjul
Rapunzoll
Love me so deeply it hurts
I want raw love,
Love that festers like an open wound
if left untreated

Crave me like a smoker
who can't quit their bad habits
I'll be your nicotine
If you keep coming back for more

Touch me like I'm the masterpiece
of the art museum
They tell you not to touch
but you can't resist

Experience me like a joy ride
a rare kind of high
Let our love kindle like a flame
don't let it blow out
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 May 2015 Aynjul
anon
H2O
 May 2015 Aynjul
anon
H2O
You were water
You drowned me with every kiss
And I had waves of missing you
That crashed against me
And dragged me back out into the bay
When you left
I went through a drought
And saw mirages of you everywhere
You're the only thing that can save me
I need you
But now the only thing
I have left to remind me of you
Is my tears
And the flooding of emotions
You left behind
 May 2015 Aynjul
ZL
Tupac
 May 2015 Aynjul
ZL
Them: So you're a lover, a fighter, a rebel, a matyr, an activist, and a poetess. May we ask who inspired you?

Me: Tupac.

Them: Tupac who?

Me: The greatest **** I ever knew.
 May 2015 Aynjul
anon
Come Closer
 May 2015 Aynjul
anon
You should be here with me
My heart is as empty as the side of the bed that you used to sleep on
And my life's crashing harder than the waves on the shore like when you first kissed me
And I'm falling harder and faster into loneliness than I was when I fell for you
And I know there's no stopping this
But you should be next to me
Kissing each freckle on my arm and tracing "I love you" into my palm because each letter deserved it's own recognition for it made up a larger picture
And you should be next to me
With my head leaning onto the very shoulder I spent entire nights crying into
You should be beside me
But I guess this was all besides the point
And now you're next in line for a new girl
I just wish you would give me a next chance
 May 2015 Aynjul
Ben Walker
You’re soft. Smooth.
And yet you want me to break you.
You want my hands engraving red marks into your skin.
Your sweet, soft skin.

I cannot.
But not because I don’t want to.
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