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They Weren't There When You Loved MeA Poem by Janette JetsYouth has its extremes. An early start gives you the knowledge on sensitive subjects. |
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ProblemsA Poem by JessicaGadzialaThe problem is he didntgently put me down-he dropped meand my piecessplintered all around.and I guess I justdidn't have the suppliesneeded to soften m.. |
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Head Above WaterA Poem by JessicaGadzialaI found a poem I had lost years agoback when the fierceness of new lovewas enough to keep even the wolves atthe door at bay-and suddenly I wish I had .. |
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StrangerA Poem by JessicaGadzialaHe knows how I look nakedstripped down to my soulcuddled to his chest cryingharder than I had since childhood.He knows my voicein love and in anger-an.. |
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Final ActA Poem by JessicaGadzialaSometimes I punish myself with thescene of his goodbye-the instantanious sadness,the overwhelming feeling ofworthlessness-to remind myself to never al.. |
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How To Break A HabitA Poem by JessicaGadzialaThere have been studies that suggestsleeping clutching a pillow releasesthe same endorphins as falling asleepwith a lover-and I hope it is true as I f.. |
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Don't Call HimA Poem by JessicaGadzialaDon't call him.It wont solve anything to reach out because the nights are gettinglonger and colder.Take a hot shower, drink a cup of teaand go to bed .. |
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Painful Red RemindersA Poem by JessicaGadzialaI swear this razor only begsto kiss my skinon nights like thistoo long and lonely andoverflowing with thoughts of him-though the "him" has changedthre.. |
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Until It Doesn't HurtA Poem by JessicaGadzialaI couldn't get back two yearsof my life spent worryingmyself to ulcers over someonewho could never love me as muchas he claimed.And I cant erase the p.. |
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Poetry BooksA Poem by JessicaGadzialaI could write a million linesin a hundred poetry booksand every word would dripheavy of your nameeven ones about other menwho have come since youleft .. |
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HairA Poem by JessicaGadzialaI cant wash him out of my haireven though it has completelygrown new since the last timehis fingers stroked itssoftness from my scalp to my hips-I cut.. |
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Ihop On A Friday NightA Poem by JessicaGadzialaIt was all fluorescent lights,and vinyl covered boothsand I laughed for the first timein more months than I care to admit-and I let a stranger run his.. |
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Bitching.A Poem by ForeverNeverPure ranting. Awful structure. Simply an alternative. |
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Without you.A Poem by ForeverNeverPoeemmm |
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Keep screamingA Story by Naomi BiancaI can still hear the slamming of the door, I face it now while sitting on my bed. I’m trying to catch my breath but all I can manage are small s.. |
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before I runA Poem by WriterI wanted you to be the one to save meI needed you to heal mebut now I knowthe man I once knew is now a strangerhidden between the rocks of later and n.. |
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