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  Mar 2015 Kaleigh O
Alyssa
tell me how it felt to
watch her put her lips on another.
tell me how it felt to
fall on your knees, and
pray to God
half sober
with the kitchen light on.
tell me how it felt to
wake up the next afternoon
with beer stains on your collar
and ash in your teeth.
tell me how it felt to
stack those bricks around your bones and fight anyone
who got too close.
tell me how it felt
when you met me;
face softened, jaw unclenched,
pulse steady.
tell me how it felt
when you let me in,
how the fires felt
burning away every piece of armor shielding your weaknesses
and you were without water
to put it out.
tell me how it felt to
let me go;
did it leave you scorched in the flesh
and heavy in the head?

my apologies,
that was me.





Copyright ©  2015 Alyssa Packard
All Rights Reserved
  Mar 2015 Kaleigh O
Marie-Niege
she's never
known a man
that could walk
on water before.

'come on in,' he said
the water's fine,'
as he wades farther
and farther out into
a tided pool of nothingness.

'i'd rather stub my toe
against something sticky like a
starfish-
then feel nothingness
with you.'

she's never
known a man
that could
walk on water
before.

do you
  Mar 2015 Kaleigh O
Tori Bender
I have to forget them
All the moments we shared
Laughing hysterically
This connection so rare

Sharing your life with me
A move daring and bold
Poured mine into your hands
Which I so longed to hold

I cannot remember
Ev'ry star we admired
Running through bitter wind
Kept warm by our fire

We said that one day, we'd
Return here together
You promised we'd stare up
At those stars forever

But what's hurting the most
Is your gaze and your smile
And the light in your eyes
I won't see for a while

I wish i could hold you
See you, touch you--kiss you
But all that I can do
For now
is miss you
At 2 am
  Mar 2015 Kaleigh O
Izzah Batrisyia
Shall you discover that,
Her eyes are not as big as the moon,
Skin not golden but a tanned pink,
You could never tell woe and her apart.

By the passenger seat of her jaw,
A chipped tooth hidden behind a laugh,
The oddest tint of awe,
The asymmetry of the softest flesh.

As she strips off one by one,
The realisation of obscurity,
An alien to what you have perceived,
To be just another mediocre heart.

For she lingers around death,
And you are terrified of the dark,
A girl far from pretty,
The girl who radiates like the Sun.
That "oh ****" moment.
© 2015 Izzah Batrisyia
  Mar 2015 Kaleigh O
Stacie Lynn
this is not about you
and I am done writing about you because all you really ever were was 3,000 almosts that never meant anything in the end
I'm not writing about how much I love you anymore but about how much I absolutely loathe your menacing brown eyes that glitter and gleam with fire
I'm not writing about how beautiful you are but how terribly rotten you are
to the very core
I'm not writing anything about you anymore at all because that is exactly what you want from me
I feed your ego
you never loved me
you just loved the
attention
and this is not about you.
  Feb 2015 Kaleigh O
oni
maybe
i am not
your
galaxy,
but i know
that i am one -

so do not tell me
that my stars
are mere
illusions
and my planets
are nothing
compared to
yours,

because maybe
i am not
your
galaxy,
but i know
that i am one
Kaleigh O Jan 2015
Your skin is the canvas
My fingertips are the paintbrush
Every touch, every stroke, every glide upon it creates a mark
For what I am becomes what you are
And what you are becomes the purpose of me
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