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Glenda May 2018
SP
How you fool everyone to think you're innocent and vulnerable is beyond me.

Playing victim is second nature to you.
**** with people's minds is all you good at.
I never gave you permission to **** with mine, you ***** me.
Play with people because of your past and your so called " trust issues "

You're no better than the person who did you wrong.
© WRITTEN BY GLENDA DLAMINI

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The L word is so powerful
A response involuntary
The opposite of sorrowful
It’s synonymous with merry.

The L word draws defenses down
It’s a visceral connection.
The antidote to ev’ry frown,
It defies any inspection.

The L word comes as a surprise
Result of the unexpected,
There’s no need to apologize
For how others are affected.

The L word is a mystery,
But you’re always happy after.
Nothing else makes you feel as free
As uncontrollable Laughter.
Whisper Yes Apr 2018
cards on the table
no games
no pride
no protections
i love you
everything about you
and buddha knows you are not easy
i want to always be challenged by you
to fight with you about whether anger is right to express or not
to make the sweetest filthiest soul shattering love
Which neither of us can speak of
Gabriel burnS Apr 2018
Sadists, aren’t we all… abusing that for which we fall…
The way that I’m obsessed… with the fabric of your dress
Although it doesn’t feel as good… as tender skin beneath it would
So it deserves the claws… and lacerated ribbons’ flow…
Of all the fingers, it’s the thumb… that sees the broadest, like the sun
Runs in circles on those knees… the sweet of you I love to read
Yet passion thrives on sacrifice… with aftermaths of melting ice
To treat the paintings on your skin… which lust, in trance, would blindly leave
Like every coin, there are two sides… and truth is tasting both in life…
The things that we adore… our hunger paints in gore
And now you’re in the palms… their lips brush off the calm…
The sinking of the teeth… the flavor underneath...
Shaairamor Apr 2018
He told me I was warm,
I was warm with my eyes,
warm with my words,
warm with my love...
The best feeling he said was “laying on me, inside me after love making”
It was safe, it was eager, it was love
In all my warmth - I  felt cold
Often I shivered.
Until one day, I froze & shattered all In the same instance
How did it feel to blow out  the candle that warms you ?
Dedicated to he who tried to burn out my flame...
SelinaSharday Apr 2018
Dance wit meh naked..
Could I share my inner fragility,
show just how fragile I can be
If you were rich and I poor. would you embrace me at your door.
Would you abandon my empty.
Hold back your sympathy
Be blind to the goods I bring.
Would you, could you, dance wit meh naked.
                                                          ­                          wrapped in,
                                                             ­                            empathy.
                                                        ­                      the state I'm in is a basket of the complicated.
                                                    ­                       my hands appear naked.
Can I hear your music..Will you lend me a cup of stability.
twirl me around in your confidences.. allow me a cup of comfortability.
Parts of me come wrapped in simplicity. Adorned with gifts of invisible charms.
Chased your way by outside storms.
                                                         ­ Oh would You my Dear One..
Be able to take it.
The fact that I appear naked.
                                       Could you still..In fact will you still...
                                                        ­                                                      Dance with me N.A.K.E.D!
N ecessity
A cceptable
k eepable
E ndurable
D iamond .................................................................­.............in the rough.
And know theirs flaws in the both of...u.s
S.A.M 3-18
being open transparent, vulnerable and exposed yielding flaws and all.. void of the material the financial the quality is deep within your soul.
awknight Apr 2018
You held my heart;
gently, coddled.
Then you held my fear;
fingerprints, cheekbones.
A sinking feeling and
snap realization of pain.
Bone to Bone.
Bone to Metal.
Words creep into my soul
as it topples over edges.
Highlight my insecurities,
as makeup bonds to the tips
of your fingers.
Feast on my tears, they roll
because of you.

Feasts.
Fears.
Fists.
Faces.
Fire.

These flashing embers are different
from the ones reflecting from your
eyes in a not so distant past.
I fall in a different way,
I run in vain.
Cursed by the universe;
inflicted pain
will forever remain a constant.

Reality of galaxy tracers
sinking into the side of my face.
Josiah Wilson Mar 2018
You are my road less traveled
And I want to know every inch of you
Every imperfection and blemish
Your deepest secret, your highest joy

I want to be your road less traveled
Cut me open, lay me out
Eviscerate me, know me
All of me is here for you to see

I want to know you
Really know you
And I want you
To know me

Let me tell you my fears
Let me be vulnerable
Take my secrets
The ones no one else knows

And give me yours
Let me be your confidant
Let me be your diary
Etch your heart onto mine

I stand here
Willingly
Raw, open, vulnerable
Fragile
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