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Esther Sep 2023
i met you when i was 14
and like an addict with their first dose of ******
i had a taste of you, liked it
i grabbed and hooked on to something
way too soon

i met you when i was 14
had my first kiss on a train in the sunset
something so strangely intriguing
it was beyond perfect, felt like home
and i thank you for that

had my first kiss on a train in the sunset
i gave my body to you
i thought that one day i was going to marry you
your fingers and lips traced every inch of my skin
our love was naked and raw

i gave my body to you
you were there in my room
we shared a playlist of stolen lullabies
i could see you up against the closet door with me
i closed my eyes as the moonlight washed me through

you were there in my room
i reached for you and you pushed my hand away
in the darkest crowd of the busy station
i saw you cry for the very first time
as the unforgivable words slipped out of my mouth

i reached for you and you pushed my hand away
we danced under the christmas lights
we never made it 'til the season
the decorations were put up too early
just like us

we danced under the christmas lights
you left me like my soul had left my body
phone call, 19:35
i guess you were relieved
but nobody else would care for me the way you did

you left me like my soul had left my body
i was a **** mess
no food, no shower, no friends, no life
i couldn't leave the couch due to my fear
that even seeing the littlest something would've reminded me of you

i was a **** mess
you had blades running down my skin
we were toxic
our love had both of us walking on a tightrope from the very beginning
i guess you fell off first

you had blades running down my skin
i found myself
you stold my highest passion - taylor swift
we were going to see her show later this year
but i was left with a spare ticket

i found myself
i was getting over you
sleeping, crying, dancing
until the music came back into my life
until i saw the sunrise for the first time in 6 months

i was getting over you
in the end, you were just another poem. i don't want a man who became 11 stanzas. i want a man who's my end game.

@3:39pm
06/10/18
Kareena May 2015
You told me you don't feel wanted by me
Like I brush you aside
A back up plan
A second entrance
Instead of a center stage
A last resort of mild interest
A second choice made hastily
And it hurts

But I don't try to brush you aside
Sometimes I'm just tired
I want to want you
Like you want me
A steady stream
A constant force
But I can't always be
What you want
I want to want you so desperately
But sometimes I just need my space
Away for a little bit

I feel like I was better at loving him
I felt for him like you feel about me
I was not so nonchalant
I loved without reason
Instead of being grounded and practical

What happened to me?
Where did my love go?

It must have picked up its jacket,
Folded its newspaper,
Promptly stold up,
And walked the opposite direction
When he left
Because I haven't seen the same love since.
Everything is different the second time around
You thought I would be hurt
Get over it
I'm not I'm fine
Its impossible you say
What if I only loved you for an act of kindness

You took my heart
But I stold it back
You stole my dignity
But you didn't realize I was getting stronger
You cracked my smile
But I found it when you left
You broke my heart
Sure you did
Just it healed like my wounds
Thinking you can **** me off
But I fought off your words
Tricked your mind
Stole your heart
Bleed you dry
Covered up all my pain
Pretended its ok

Its not impossible
i found myself lost
i found my heart stold
i found my mind shattered

they said thanks to God
you are still alive
that is not good

to live wide
from your smart and hide
my haert at deepest thought

what had been happened?
are you good?
or hot air touches your hair

making you annoyed
tell me! do not hide
love making the lover busy and get a lot of thoughts
Amelia Diaz May 2020
HANDS

IT WAS THE HANDS OF A FETUS
But all I did was be high till I touched Venus
IT WAS THE HAND OF A MAN
But I denied his adoration till I was left crying in my Van
IT WAS THE HANDS OF MY ENEMY
That ended this pregnancy
IT WAS THE HANDS OF LOVED ONES
But I wish I can do many reruns
IT WAS THE HANDS OF MY FRIENDS
But all I did was offend
IT WAS HANDS
HANDS THAT DIDN’T HOLD
HANDS THAT ONLY STOLD
It was my own hands

BY-CARNAGEAMELIA

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