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LightShade Sep 2017
4
“Why is that your lucky number is four, when that’s unlucky to some”

“Four is the number to a word called love
And at the same time the number of letters in hate…
But I believe I’m lucky when I loved someone who hated me”

I bit my lip and muttered under my breath “I never hated you…but she did.”

“And so I’m getting married to that girl who once hated me.”

I wished you could’ve hated me, but I don’t know what I’ll do
When the person I love the most would feel the exact opposite
So now I’m unlucky to the number of the letters of love and hate.

“My favorite number is four now… thanks to you.”

“Why? Do you love someone who hates you?”

“It’s the opposite, I hate him, cause he won’t love me, even though I know his heart is captured already.”

“I want to hate you now but it’s too late…” and then I walked four steps away from him.

cause she was already there just four steps behind with the white gown of hers.
Aislinn Miell Sep 2017
I fall in love too easily
Feel pain too quickly
I let my heart flutter too simply
Feel torn too hastily

Is this what LOVE is?
So one-sided. unrequited. desperate.

In these foolish feelings
I am like a lost child in a hide and seek game waiting to be found.
Hoping one day you will see me as more than just another vaguely
familiar face.

But I know i was never on your mind...
Please don't feel guilty.
Just know...
if you ever think of me even for a second.
I’ll be here waiting.
anon Aug 2017
be
there are so many
letters
words
phrases
i want to write all over
my skin
so that maybe
just maybe
the bits of me
inside
might come outside
and show that i
in fact
am not a shell
not
just a body
with so much lost
and so little left
to lose

the thing is
we're all bodies
going through a day to day
like there's never anything wrong
like there's never been anything wrong
like there's never going to be anything wrong

but there's something wrong
with pretending
because it hides
the truth
from even yourself
you think you know everything
until it's early in the morning
late in the night
and you're screaming
crying
who am i
to no one
because no one is always there
and no one always listens
because no one cares

and we tattoo ourselves
with
letters
words
phrases
that mean something
so that when someone passes by
they just might see
who
instead of just a body
just a life
that can never be as complicated
as our own
because nothing is as good
as our own

our own
letters

our own
words

our own
phrases

that at least make us
some semblance
of own
some picture
of self
some symbol
of who

we are like nothing
until proven something
we are guilty as one of many
until innocent as individual

i want my name to adorn my forehead
so i can scream
i am here

i want your name on my lips
to whisper
i love you
like it's the one thing
you can always believe

i want alone pasted to my hands
as though
anyone can see
all the hands i've never held
and will never hold
and the holding i'll never get to do
by being
so
****
alone

i want a's grafted into my chest
because
once upon a time
i was told they define me
so if i ever
get ripped apart
they'll see
my worth
as a grade
90-100
a
a minus
a plus
a bit of self-worth
assurance i am worth it
approval of who

i want praise shaped into the thinning skin of my stretch marks
because
there should be
no reason
to give a ****
about the carefully placed
skin caterpillars
after all
as soon as they become butterflies
everybody loves
once more

i want feelings plastered on my legs
because i'd love for what
i hate
to be covered
in someone's love
even if only no one cares

i want to be covered
crown to toe
with visions of me
to make
self
and individual
out of
no one
the only one
who cares
Inspiration strikes a sadness in my mind
Lightening fires of truth so bright I go blind
Wide awake yet dreaming of another time
Another place where things used to be fine
But in the back of my mind, where that inspiration strikes, I feel alive and alone in the sadness that overwhelms me at times, surrounded by the dream floating behind my eyes uncontrollably, bouncing off my mind getting ideas of time and space and distances between two places, satisfaction and depression, a thin line rests between my eyes, like a target, the bullseye is my soul and it's slowly disintegrating with every shot, look and insult fired my direction.
I'm losing control.
And my dreams are gaining ground, taking over and my reality is lost in the background.
My soul can no longer hear a sound.
I think I've died.
I've tried to come back around, telling myself it'll be alright.
But I lied.
ylruceiram Aug 2017
'Please stop me.' feelings shouted
As she desperately fought her way
Out of her deep hidden cage
Well yeah just feelings
Hanef Alinor Jul 2017
I kinda care for you
I kinda don't care
But whatever you do
My eyes can't stop its stare

I kinda feel jealous
I kinda feel apathy
But when you're with someone
I always feel agony

I kinda need you
I kinda think u'r useless
But like a necessity,
Without you, I am lifeless

I kinda feel love
I kinda hate you
But no matter what
The heart knows what's true
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Lyn-Purcell Jul 2017
Standing on a bridge
Two doors by me, both are grey
Though dull, they are true.

I walk to one door
Inside is me, uncaring
Caged by depression

Walk to the other
Inside is me, too caring
Shaking, so anxious

Back on the bridge now
Torn by my cage and trembles
My mind split, twin hells
Being depressed is one thing, but depressed AND anxious? The worst kind of hell to be in...
Monotone Jul 2017
So sweet you are,
my lovely prince,
but wouldn't you rather
show the world
your desperate dark
needs and desires?
Wouldn't you rather
destroy the loving trust
you have earned for yourself
by playing false and dim witted?
Wouldn't you rather
throw false trust down the drain
for the love of your life?
I had thought not...
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