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Aliza Jennifer Sep 2020
How stupid of you!
Hating someone for NO REASON
AND SAD AT THE SAME TIME
~Aliza Jennifer~
Sarah Flynn Oct 2020
you chose me because
you knew I would be young
and willing and vulnerable.

you selected me
assuming that I was the
weakest creature in the herd

and maybe I was
the easiest to grab,

but what you didn't know
was that in the end, I would grow
to be the leader of the pack.
I sit in regret
This terrible sin killed him
Alas, I'm dead too
I'm still sitting in regret
I know that I took a switch blade and cut a hole in the fabric of your heart

I know that I have no right to ask for the forgiveness to patch it up

I know that you no longer recognise me and that I no longer recognise myself

I know that I took our Heaven and turned it into Hell

I know that when you touch me, in your mind you see me touching him

I know that I will pay dearly for this sin
mistakes cause damage
Shofi Ahmed Oct 2020
Learning to love
the moon in the dark.
Make no mistake no touch!
i slammed on the brake
a second too late
and i crashed head first
into
my
biggest
mistake
the infidelity i regret
Lee Carter Oct 2020
You either learn from your mistakes
or become better at making them.
Atoosa Oct 2020
Mistakes are the path
Flagstones of experience
Moving forward NOW
Never regret, but squeeze all the learning you can out of the happenings of life. You made the best decision you could. I came, I saw, I may not have conquered but I learned.
eli Sep 2020
getting yelled at by someone you love
the'yre shaking with anger
angry by what you have done

and you don't have the ability to care
cant find it in yourself to
understand that they're saying
cant see why they're upset

you know what you've done is stupid
but you don't care
Elicia Hurst Sep 2020
A summer dress, perhaps
deserves a summerish redress.

In the witching hour, solitude's domain,
there is naught but
I, and the white-hot eclipse for my eye.

I have one hand beneath your neck,
and another behind your knees.
In these gloves, I will drown and resurrect
my fair dress, one-and-only Sunday Best,
sodium hypochlorite cocktail mess.
My alternative hydrotherapy
is a remedy from my enemy.

You traffic through this well of hell in ease.
A fire drunken on the Lethe.
Deliquesce in clinical scents.

Your skin thrives on the purge,
but mine cannot survive.
Jul 2020
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