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Amour
by Holly Jenkins


When the touch of their hand is never enough
When they glance your way and make you blush
The hollow nights of dreams that are all about you
Keeping me awake when the hours are few
Jittery and hopeful as I look upon life
The only way I imagine it now is with you by my side
You pull my strings like a harp
Delicate and alluring
Your smile hits my beating heart ever assuring
Our love as we can see it is just the beginning of a work of art
Pristine and pure
No matter what we might have to endure
So I ask for you to take my hand
To jump into the unknown forsaken land
For you hold my heart and I hold yours
Our Souls intertwine from this world to beyond
My heart grows fond
For my love is always strong
Our love is an unbreakable bond
Hate-Watch
by Bella Rose
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I’ve never been in love, so  
I don’t know quite what it’s like.  
I couldn’t tell you about that  
Deep twist in the gut, when they say, 
I just knew, the  
Feeling of forever, the  
rose petals, and shared mortgages, but  
 
I do know that my dad  
Rolls his eyes at House Hunters, but right now- 
He and my mom sit on the  
Two-seater recliner,  
Eating their lunch- salad he made for her,  
blueberry soda she bought for him,  
And they watch  
And complain about every house.  
The countertops, the floors, the open- 
Concept crap, and the ridiculous clothes of the  
Rich idiots looking at those houses, and-   
 
I’ve never been in love, but 
I’m pretty sure that’s what love is.  
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Lip Balm
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Love is ugly. 
It shows your soul, 
all of it, 
the dark with the light. 
Sometimes I fear  
there’s something wrong inherently wrong with me, 
like a defect of some kind  
​rendered me just plain bad.  
But love is the balm  
that fills these wicked cracks, 
whittled into my heart  
through doubt and pain.  
Smiles brought on by the pleasure of a jovial evening, 
filled with food and friends, 
kisses given to me from the sweet mouth of  
a gentle boy, 
and hugs, 
given to a best friend as a hallway greeting, 
these things and more make me whole. 
Stardust Boy
by Amara Moyer 

 
I do not claim to know much. 
But I would like to think, 
that maybe. 
Just maybe. 
Soulmates are real. 
And that they are made of the same stardust. 
And love is just two bits of stardust 
trying to return home to each other. 
I know it seems outlandish. 
But when I looked in your eyes 
I could’ve sworn I saw bits of stardust amongst my new favorite color. 
Trying to escape. 
Trying to find home. 
And for a second, I hoped that they would’ve found it with me. 
It’s futile, I know. 
To take my rotting, oxidized heart 
And try to give it to a boy whose stardust has already found home. 
But I am a fool. 
And that’s okay. 
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lies i never told
(about lies I’ve never had to say to hide the truth) 
 
i don’t like you 
I’ve never told you the whole truth.  
Just scribe love letters onto brown paper 
and gulp ink down my throat.  
 
i’ve never said no 
to your head on my shoulder or 
listening to sugary pink playlists 
or straight-road drives 
that morph skin into gooseflesh.  
 
It’s not even a secret now, 
just an unspoken truth.  
 
Love to me has always been hidden and endless, 
always to myself,  
a mirror i pocket 
just to admire the silver glow 
of your skin 
reflecting back into me.  
 
I don’t love you 
Love to me is firefly light, 
a bulb that flickers on 
in the twilight of summer. 
 
The possibility of loving you 
has always faded into the feeling of loving you.  
 
Love to me is unsure. 
 
Uncertain and seasonal 
and forever true. 

 Dare You Love?

Dare you love without hope? 
That not a single soul could see 
held her hand until it hurt 
gripped on to immortality 
 
She slipped through my fingers swiftly 
I felt my heart drum 
And all the instincts in my head 
Silenced and went numb 
 
Wild, is this mourned longing 
To preserve the hearts I hold  
And watch them beat within my palm 
Encased and turned to gold ​
What Love is 
by Maritcela Comas

 

Love for me will only ever be written off as a crush or something I don't understand because I’m a teenager, 
But I know love 
And I know how much it hurts. 
 
Love can have you in a chokehold and take everything out of you. 
But the worst part of it all is that you don’t even realize you’ve fallen  
until you’ve crashed and the high is over 
And the burns of what was once love’s eternal flames mark you as they extinguish. 
 
Love is complicated. 
Love is surviving the ups and downs of my day for you. 
Love is learning your favorite things to make you smile. 
Love is writing letters throughout the day because I'm thinking of you. 
 
Love for me is rough...  
and annoying, 
and painful. 
So, so painful. 
 
Love is all that I've ever known for you. 
Love is the galaxies that I would have traveled to— 
The universes that I have tried to explore just to reach you. 
 
Love is the ink written on pages that you’re in. 
My love will only ever go as far as the book you’re in 
Because my love for you isn’t “real love” 
“It’s a silly little crush on a character who will never be real.” 
 
But my love for you is real enough to me. 
It’s so real that my heart aches every time I think about a life without you 
Or I write you a song or poem you’ll never read 
Or dare to dream about a life with you. 
 
My love will never be returned 
and I believe I’m slowly starting to accept that. 
But it doesn’t mean I will ever stop dreaming of my perfect life with you 
Because I love you and you never truly stop caring about the ones you love.
The Lover’s Lament

Love? 
Bold of you to assume I’ve been Loved. 
I’ve Loved a boy... 
Loved a girl 
I’ve chased and changed 
All that, to be Loved 
Love is often fabricated 
That word, Love 
It feels wrong on my tongue 
Like it doesn’t belong to me 
When my family asks 
“Any boys on your mind?” 
My brain starts a civil war. 
I won't tell them 
Love is often complicated 
You think this is it 
This is the one 
“friend” 
Echoes through your ears 
Love is often dismaying 
You’ve laughed for Love 
You’ve tried for Love 
For what? 
Love is often futile  
Your heart goes out eventually 
Keep it alive if you can 
Far too many break until you can’t remember  
how to put it back together 
Love? 
Love is agony 

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