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vanessa ann Mar 2020
sorry, did i stutter too much?
i hope you don’t mind.
it’s just that i’m scared my heart will fall out of my guts
if i keep talking to you like this

because how do you say i love you without saying i love you?
“i miss you” is too general to be perceived as anything but platonic, isn’t it?
but “you matter to me” is too personal for my comfort,
and “you are my world” might just be too much
for the both of us

it’s not like i’m in love with you or anything,
i just think it’d be nice to feel your heart beating
against mine.
—but if the universe aligns...
Mrs Anybody Mar 2020
why do i
always start
to care
for people
i barely know

when they
probably don't
care about me
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Casey Mar 2020
If I don’t cut the threads on my legs,
will gravity finally pull me down?

Am I doomed here to drown?
Save yourselves.
B Mar 2020
Why do we do what we do,
When all we need to do,
Is do what we don’t,
It’ll fix every problem we have,
Yet for some reason we just won’t
Ellen Jan 2020
So very tired but there's no sleep

Born to be broken,misery to reap

Words forever frozen deep down in my throat

Once upon a time dreams kept me afloat

Now drowning in this ever churning sea

I cannot fix or even find ME

You didn't break my bones or leave blood upon my face

But you placed me in a Sisterhood from which there's no escape

For as long as memory reaches throughout my history

You made it understood the fault lies all in me

Never say a word, let nobody in

There was an arrow pointing toward me with a bright sign flashing SIN

God alone knows the reason I was only prey to you

It's because of you Daddy

That I have to say "Me too"
kain Jan 2020
I got a new sweater today
Men's section
Of a cheap department store
It's too big on me
Fits like drapery
Concealing my form
That's the only thing I want to do anymore

I don't fit in clothes
Like I don't fit with girls
Too big, too bustless
Their sweaters hug my body
In all the wrong places

But I'm too small for boys
Too young
Too restless
With messy girly hair
And a slim doe's neck
I am not enough for them
I cannot fill their shoes

So I bury myself
In a baggy sweater
Drowning myself
In insecurities
Hoping no one will look closer
Find out what's beneath these clothes
Beneath this skin
Beneath "me"
Clothes are like metaphors *insert The Fault In Our Stars quote*.
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