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unwrappednow i need something else
to keep the cold away
for your arms aren't wrapped around me anymore
and my nerves and veins are
blood rushing to my head while i
try to think again:
the emptiness has affected my brain
my tongue is tied to itself;
it misses yours
and my lips have stuck together;
no need to part...
i am falling
your arms aren't wrapped around me anymore;
my pieces are crumbling
like a broken vase.
a new crack appears every time you enter my mind -
unwanted. sent to a charity shop.
waiting for someone with the correct glue
to take me;
to seal the open wounds
of wear and carelessness.
it isn't like i loved it or anything like that.we wrapped ourselves in our candy floss dream; perfect
entwining of souls, smelling the sweet success
in our sights. we laughed as our eyes clouded over with the sickly intimacy
that decayed my heart.
who would have thought that one bite would
tear us apart?
chronic.persistence is cruel
as it invades your inner self...
if my memory serves me correctly
you played peek-a-boo at night
behind my eyelids.
in the end i expected your surprise.
the status quo suffers from
obsessive compulsive disorder.
recurring decimals in my head.
i try to figure out
why each number slices my nerves
and donates them to the blackboard.
make the chalk crumble like broken bones.
i'm trying to break the habit of cracking my knuckles.
(as if anyone knows how to truly cry. i do).a haiku is too short in these circumstances:
it's a shame, i know you like asian things
but this, i'm afraid, comes from an english heart.
unlike a poet, i cannot compact
into 3 verses and 17 syllables
(you filled up too much of the abyss of my soul for that).
a sonnet would just fall apart.
but these broken words fit
together just the way we were.
if only it could be the same today.
we know each other better than we know ourselves,
and i know that you don't want to die.
(you know that i'd do anything to keep you from that lying sky).
My Cup and SpoonMy bed must be split in half. I roll out
either side - I must decide who I am each day.
We sat together in the kitchen. You were pretty, I thought. But they say that everyone is beautiful to me.
I stirred with my spoon and you drank from my cup.
I placed them in the sink and began to wash up.
Clean as they seemed, you stared.
Scrub harder, you said, as hard as you dare.
My silver spoon shone bright like the star you are: my cup needed drying. The china cautiously cracked.
So you took me to bed and said, stare into my eyes. You traced my map with your finger.
My spoon reflected your breasts and my cup was full.
I laid in the middle of the bed - waiting to be in thrall.
And then he came and joined us. Together we found France and Lesbos.
Extinguishing Your FlameYou took flight from my heart
and left a trail behind...
(a mixture of lies and broken promises)
...hoping for me to run for you.
Aiming for the stars;
your eyes burned from the brightness
that you strived to mirror.
Ignite the fire of your greed:
but don't let me rain on your parade
and extinguish your vision...
Because after being blinded by the light,
you're unable to see
just who you have become.
(At least I didn't follow your trail...)
take this part of my broken heart (and eat it).they are criminals.
stomping on our organs
until they pulse their name;
indented hearts moan
as livers suffocate
and succumb to their fate.
kidneys can no longer
distinguish between your poison
those distant summer emotions
ended when the winter came crawling.
such enthralling feelings are lost
yet never forgotten.
he feasted on my heart.
festering wounds cut deep
and blood stained his teeth.
it was all out of love, of course
and the remorse i was forced to feel
i am still alive. isn't that interesting?
TimeI want a tattoo of a clock
so maybe I can keep
some of the time
I have lost.
The hands will not move,
nor will it chime,
to reveal the seconds
passing me by.
I CavedWhat do you see,
Deep down inside of me?
Why do you stay,
When you can just run away?
I needed proof
That your mouth spoke the truth
In you I believed
But you only deceived
You were too good to be true
Too much kindness in you
I needed you to be gone
So I could move on
I ask myself why,
I forgave your lie
Goodbye I should have waved
But instead I only caved
The Ink-Dark MoonThe next time
you feel self-conscious,
once a month,
the moon gets out of bed
without her face.
You Gave Me A StarLast night you gave me a star
A resplendent little light
You made it a surprise
Hiding it behind your thumb all night
So I wouldn't notice
The new twinkle
In our night's sky
"Without further ado"
You whispered to me
As you showed me
Our own little island
In a sea of darkness and wonder.
"Make a wish"
you smiled bashfully
"Its your star after all"
And I wished
I wished a million times
On that tiny light
That one day
I might be able to give you
All the stars in our sky.
Kiss from HerIt was absinthe on the tongue
Swirls of colors in mid-vortex
Blood coagulating within the veins
Life strolling on heroin high
Piss and vinegar shipped out the system
A beretta blowjob of explosive might
Words buried deep over treasure marked x
And treasure found in all hells depth
Heavenly chorus of demons and devils
LettersDear girl - Dear precious, lovely girl,
You have fallen,
and I have watched as you pressed your knees and palms into the dirt,
But you did not forget your strength.
I watched you raise your salt-water eyes to the horizon,
and push upwards, determined for a new dawn.
Why do you worry so?
These days are not endless and these nights,
they are no darker than when you lit them up with fireflies or
I know sleep finds you troubled,
but tomorrow is sure to change again,
and there is still so much life in your bones.
do you remember what the bottom felt like?
Have you forgotten what it is to be alone?
I was there when you imagined the reaction of your
disappearance - I listened as you whispered, "No one would even
notice for three more days. Three more days."
But on the third day you rose,
and went to work as if you hadn't rot in bed for two days straight.
Where is your strength now?
Why is your mind filled with questions and
your heart filled with doubt?
BarsPeeking past the bars
wondering who of us exactly is caged
And who's free.
'Cause although I seem to have
Infinite space in my reach
and you have close to none,
You're the one
looking actually happy.
you're wearing isadora's scarvesoh, i hope you never love me, satyr-girl.
misanthropic mistress, i am coughing up
crows & bleeding blue beneath pocked
vessels; these worn teeth may be ink-
cavities, but i have never been your poet boy.
OvertureThere must be a place
where you can hide the fear
where you can keep the sorrow.
far away from your heart.
I find myself singing
melodies of others joy
like songs of my own.
There must be someone
who knows how to play
so close to your heart.
I find myself longing
for that gentle word
not meant for me
for that gentle word
so close to my heart.
Blood BrothersBrookie always holds my hand when we cross the street. She's never given a reason for it, she just does it. It's become this unspoken rule with us that whenever we cross the street together, she slips her hand in mine and I lace my fingers through hers and we walk hand-in-hand until we reach the other side and she drops her hand and we both wipe our palms on our jeans. Brookie's a little scared of crossing the street. Her poppa died in a car crash when we were six. He was a pedestrian. She's never gotten over it.
Brookie is my best friend going on sixteen years now, which is pretty impressive considering we're both sixteen. We don't have some cute little story about how we were born in the same hospital on the same day or about how our mothers were best friends long before they were pregnant with us and somehow passed on that bond while we were still in utero. No, Brookie and I met the same way ever
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