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 Sep 2015 Claire
Raven
We were happy
 Sep 2015 Claire
Raven
I slid into your hands
you cradled me
and I was happy
You buried your smile in my hair
I held you
and you were happy
Then you dropped me
but I grabbed on
still wanting you closer
but,
I let go of your finger tips
falling down a pit of memories
swirling and crashing at my heart
Did you ever give yourself the chance to breathe my air
look through my eyes
Did you ever truly see me
my face was blank
my voice stayed silent
but did you ever think to try hard enough to truly find me
where were the soft hands
asking if I was okay
where were the calming eyes
telling me I was safe
Where in the midst of it all did I lose you
 Sep 2015 Claire
Julie Butler
I've been choking from the moment
I was forced to let you go
I should have spoke it out of poems
so that you would ever know
that I am bowing out & broken
want to unlearn every bone
until my heart re-bleeds the reasons
I keep sleeping here alone

so won't you
untie all my finger-tips
& hand me back my lungs
I was the fool that glued my heart to you
please can't you see what you have done ?
 Aug 2015 Claire
Pigeon
Alcohol
 Aug 2015 Claire
Pigeon
I tried to drown the thoughts of him in the strongest drink, but they are unaffected
and have learned to swim.
 Aug 2015 Claire
rained-on parade
Just because it ended
doesn't mean you have to
set fire to what you've built.

You can just
not visit there
anymore.
 Aug 2015 Claire
rained-on parade
You take me to places only nightmares
are allowed entry to; the juggler in our midst
has now taken your hand and my head
and we are lost somewhere between wonderland
and purgatory. Bound to you with strings,
I am no longer an instrument of love,
I do not make music, nor do I burn
with impassioned colours. I only hum
the songs you've forgotten, and I refuse to.
We were born in a wrong time and we've got
to get out of this place, before the maze
in your thoughts swallows me
whole.
 Aug 2015 Claire
Meg
falling
 Aug 2015 Claire
Meg
Why is it
That we must
Fall
In love,
Like we fall into a trap?
Everything that falls
Gets broken.
*Love is
Fated to end in broken pieces
From the very beginning.
Just an old poem I dug up.
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