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Laylin Park

A golden playset, a broken swing 

An abandoned pond, the lightening 

burned a hole in the ground

Under the tree we sat at 

And I feel it in my chest too.

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The sky is red like blood, the fluffy white bombs 

will go off if I think about you,

My mind is the trigger, let it win

And I'm dead.

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The rain is red

Like your lips,

They were an automatic door

Now they're locked by a password

I have forgotten.

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Laylin Park was where we had our last kiss

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Or maybe not

Because it shouldn't count

Right, it shouldn't count,

Because I didn't know it would be the last time

The last time we would meet at our halfway spot.

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I hated driving but I have the whole drive memorized 

I have a lot of things memorized.

You hugged me with one hand instead of two

Sang rock and roll in the car,

You let me hold your hand on the road,

Drove one-handed for me,

Your hand was stocky and warm

It was my umbrella in the storm.

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Why does three months of meeting at Laylin Park,

Why does it feel like three years?

Maybe because you promised me three years

And more,

Said I was The One in the first week,

Told me you loved me on the second date.

Did you just say it to say it?

How could you look at me with your ocean brown eyes

Your irises full of unsynchronized waves?

You gave it all to me then took it all away,

You bought me flowers to celebrate one month

Maybe it was a red flag

Maybe I missed it 

Now I get to miss you.

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It's not like we had much in common 

I was a writer, you were studying 

To go into the army,

It was gonna end anyway

But I thought there was more time.

You were my first, and now I'm

Wishing I hadn't come back to the park

To see it so muddy without us here

The grass making a squishing noise,

A sound the beat of my heart can no longer mimic

No more laughs echoing through the treetops

The ones we would stare at, pretending we were

stargazing because you were a gentleman

And didn't want to keep me out late.

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I want to hate you but I can't,

You were too busy

I can't blame you.

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But Laylin Park still rains every time I'm there now,

The park in Mason,

The halfway place we stopped meeting at

Halfway into the relationship.

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I see you when I go back to the Mason park,

But when I look down into the abandoned pond,

Foggy water, your reflection is gone,

And now so is mine. 

He's The Sun

I’m falling in love again,

but I’m more scared than happy;

I built a shield around my heart

Then lowered it

Because now my identity

is how He sees me.

 

I’m a star

But He’s the sun,

Someone I worship instead of

worship with.

 

He likes cars,

So do I.

He doesn't like romcoms

So I don't either, not anymore

He likes sports

So I lie

He played football,

And I "played volleyball"

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It got exhausting and depressing 

Watching him fall in love with someone else.

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It's time to rewrite the stars,

Make it so we’re both suns

Who rotate together. 

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Water is Thicker Than Blood

Before my sister went missing, she was the favorite,

And I was invisible.

Little did I know to be visible

All I had to do was become a scapegoat,

Someone they could blame

For taking away their ONLY daughter.

 

Sometimes I wonder why they didn’t kick me out?

They were like their own three-person family,

And I was like the guest in my own house;

 

And now that she’s gone,

I’m an imposter,

Someone who broke in.

 

I miss my sister,

But they don’t know that,

They don’t know that because

they never ask how I feel,

never ask about my hobbies or interests.

 

My own dad talks to me about my sister

Because he literally can’t think of

ANYTHING else to talk about;

How sad is that . . .

For me,

Because it clearly doesn’t bother them.

 

I’m supposed to be having relationship issues

With friends and boyfriends.

Not family issues,

They’re blood,

It should be easy,

Simple,

Not like this.

 

How is it that a stranger I small-talked with for thirty seconds

Knows me better than my own flesh and bones?

Tell me, how?

 

I have a 4.0 gpa but I can’t answer that question.

 

Does this mean if I ever go missing,

They won’t go looking for me?

 

WRONG.

 

The same people who put up missing posters when our cat ran away,

won’t even realize I’m missing in the first place.

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​you haven't changed

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You haven’t changed

Because the girl you’re with now 

Is the girl I was when I met you.

 

You took me on one date,

Ended it with asking me to be yours,

And I was your blanket to cover 

The parts of you 

You didn’t want to be with alone.

 

And I let you 

Because I didn’t know how to stand up for myself yet,

I didn’t know what I deserved yet.

I wish I hadn’t known you yet.

 

I hope that girl gets to where I did.

Me leaving you was

Me choosing myself for the first time.

 

And you haven’t changed

Because you asked me out the day before you met her.

You told me she was a last-minute thing

When what you really meant is she simply showed up first,

She showed up before I could say no to you;

She’s a placeholder, 

A place holder that girls will continuously fill

Until you get over your fear of reflective glass.

 

Every day I feel guilty

That I took more from you than you took from me.

You changed me,

But I wasn’t able to change you,

And I’m sorry for that.

 

And I would be sorry for the girl you’re with now too

But I’m not

Because I know you’ll change her too

And she’ll leave the you that you are now.

 

I’m more sorry for you.

But I’m excited for the you you’ll become.

 

I’m sorry but it was different for me.

I already did work on my own before I dated you.

I did the practice; you were the big game

But you’re out in the game before any practice,

That’s why no girl will change you

Right now.

 

You only look at your skin when it’s kissed.

What does it look like when it’s not?

I think you’ll be surprised to find it’s actually warmer 

south of female lips.

 

The day before you went out with the new girl,

You offered me gas money if I would come.

Did you tell her that?

 

Like I said,

You haven’t changed.

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Butterfly Tattoo

 

I'm wearing a butterfly tattoo

of you

and it kisses my skin

the same way the warm sun rays 

burn my face into a 

rose flush.

I feel the tattoo 

when I see you 

and you kiss me, 

and for a second 

the stationary wings flutter,

and my smile becomes more permanent 

than the ink itself.

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Can I please be this happy forever?

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It's rare

to not have a worry in the world

except for you to drive safe,

and come see me again

in one piece.

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I would believe in the butterfly's permanence

but

last time I had to get it removed.

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I can't go through that again.

So please don't hurt me,

please don't let our love turn to hate,

like every relationship I've had.

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I let your ink inside me,

I let you in.

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I want to keep seeing you,

talking to you and kissing you,

My butterfly tattoo literally coming to life

In stomach flutters and flips 

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I'm attached,

and there's no going back,

and I'm happy, 

but even a tattoo can't promise me it'll last.

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All I can do is love you 

and hope it stays

like my butterfly tattoo. 

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My Hunter

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Here I am again

Why did I ever 

give love 

a second chance?

Why do any of us?

We willingly risk our hearts

for hunters who 

shatter them with their arrows.

It took my hunter three tries,

but he eventually killed me. â€‹

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