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Good MothersI feel like de-friending all of you bitches on facebook.
Please, stop talking about 'Wednesday date-nights' with your daughter.
(and never breaking that promise)
Please, stop talking about you and her going to Disneyworld. Just the two of you
because you love her so much, and want that experience together.
Please, stop all of this mother-lovingness on a place where I scroll through
to see where I stand in life.
You're my mother's friend, and yet I can tell you're a better mother, even from some
shitty medium like facebook.
I'm so jealous that I will never have any of those moments, or feelings again.
WaspI'm scared of falling under again.
to have THAT feeling.
Where butterflies lick my heart and lips
and tickle my wrists.
I'd rather remain detached, safe, in control.
You open me up like a rose bud, buddy.
staticI woke up today with no emotions, or feelings about anything!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (can my exclamation points give u da feels instead of me)!!!!
TequilaI want to be with someone I don't have to be drunk to want.
To be interested in you with a sober mind, where are you?
I want you, wherever you are.
space waterI'm lost in space and feel spacey in the head all the time.
so sick of myself when I cry at everything.
Well, I'm wailing at the top of my aching lungs
but you still can't hear it, so I roll around and scrape myself
up all bloody, exhausted and defeated, you
still can't /see/ it.
I need a helping hug.
It feels like I'm communicating to you through
water. I can't send smoke signals underwater,
and all my signs get eaten up and wet in the water
Is what I'm saying really registering through
you, is my not-so secret, secret code
sinking into your head or is what I'm showing you,
getting smushed together,pulled,
streached really thin and bearly there like I am.
Could you feel me? Like really feel me
When I tell you that everything is warbly and distorted, and say
that I'm drowning it's because I am.
Wallflower bouquetYou shy away from things as if you shouldn't be here.
As if you living is some mistake, and you don't want to disturb anything around you.
It kills me to see you so uncomfortable all the time.
You don't let things, or anyone to touch you.
The backs of your willowy arms, and your long eye lashes are things I look forward to seeing on a hard day.
You're 6'1 and can't push yourself away from everything, sweetheart.
Letting me sit next to you, and occasionally letting my legs bump against yours while we talk is truly a gift for me.
You don't see what I see, and it breaks me.
24 not-poems later1.
it is so hard to be okay
when all i've got are cigarettes
the voices of strangers
and memories of you
it's so hard to be okay
when you hate yourself
for not being okay
all i want is to hear you say
that you love me
so that for five seconds,
i can believe it;
just a few moments
of being alright
i wonder what you would do
with the letters i have written
but never given you
with the truth that i have known
but never told
if i swim
until my arms could no longer
hold me up - you wouldn't
even have a body to say goodbye to
i wonder what you would do
if i wrote right here
that it was you
i wonder what you would think about
and what we have done; the love
that we have destroyed
with our cowardice and our weakness
like a windowsill plant
left out in summer
i wonder what you would think
if the last thing i tol you
was that i loved you
god damn you kissed me hard
when you left
as if you knew it would be the last time
what if it was
the last time
you would never have to catch another moth for m
PerdicionTe conocí en invierno, las calles cubiertas de nieve, el frió carcomía nuestras pieles,
tu piel pálida y congelada, intentado calentar tus manos.
Ese día, aquel donde sentí un fuerte impulso de hablarte en cuanto te vi, sentado en la banca del parque moviendo tus piernas para entrar en calor, solo guiada por un impulso
me acerque a ti, te di mi bufanda y gantes, luego solo me fui.... sin preguntarte
tu nombre, ni de donde eras, ni que hacías, solo me fui.
Días pasaron, y no te volví a ver, creí que solo fue coincidencia el haberte encontrado para evitar que murieras congelado, pero increíblemente nos reencontramos en mi cafetería favorita, te distinguí de inmediato por que traías puesta mi bufanda y guantes..... aun recuerdo tu rostro confundido ... como si buscases a alguien.
Recuerdo tu rostro iluminarse cuando giraste en mi dirección. Me dijiste que mi bufanda tenia olor a
I Love You.
Oh, gorgeous goddess!
How your beauty tantalizes me!
Leaving a dumb statue
In my place.
How can You,
O Great and Majestic One,
Sitting on your golden throne,
In the sky,
Have created such a girl
As the one I see
Oh how my heart flutters!
Sweet angel, you gave
Wings to my
You blessed a poor soul,
With that wonderful magic
Only you possess.
I will give
I will cross the world for you,
I will serve you,
I will think only of you,
I will do anything for you!
If only I can
Hold your delicate hand,
Skin so smooth,
Soft as silk,
And be with you,
Every step of your way,
To comfort you
In your sorrows,
he's got a girlfriend anywaywe both know
that it's hard to write about
it's taken me seven months to start
while you slept, i burnt your crimson sheets
and painted your ceiling purple
part of me thought you might understand
i was trying to show you how i felt
i was being brave
it was how i wanted to tell you
but i was destroying more than i created
(just spread your love
set fire to the storms)
i tried to tell you
but i was tied to tracks
and it's too close for the train to miss me when it stops
if there is still a chance
you might need me
you will find me where we fell in love
sitting under cherry dark skies
with shaking fingers crossed
and blood stained lips locked
you jump i jumpit shouldn't be a crime to want to die
but when it comes to you
i'm so fucking glad it is
A State of Consistent Emptiness“Are you feeling better now?”
I feel I have to lie somehow
But instead truth comes spilling out
Before I cork my mouth
With a never mind,
Save it for another time
When I am open to sharing
I know that it will come someday
A point of self-reflection
And everything so huge
Will get smaller, easier, and less dramatic
But for now I swoon over you in the dead of night
Assisted by the bloodied objects of my plight
And I wonder when that day will come
When there is something I set my sights on
And strive to be it
Floating, falling dangerously
Like a dandelion above water
And like a small child you are the only one
Who actually wants me in their lawn
Who might actually miss me when I’m gone
And sometimes I want to strangle myself
Just to see if I’m worth saving
But still I ignore and consent to drown
I’m better off when I cannot breathe
More in touch when I cannot see
And so I bite your hand away
With my last breath
And then I sink into the abyss
All of my regrets
The girl he loves...
The girl he loves is not perfection.
But the girl he loves doesn't have much depression.
The girl he loves is too talkative.
The girl he loves is crazy and wild.
The girl he loves is much much expressive.
The girl he loves can be over-obsessive.
The girl he loves is pretty but she denies it.
The girl he loves is always laughing and smiling.
The girl he loves can't rhyme or rap.
But the girl he loves is me.
And that's a fact.
across 3000 miles
of what i used to think would sink me
into some kind of peace
you don't know how this haunts me
ink can't say enough
to rid my head of all the frustration
i'd mold myself cracked 3000 times over
if it meant your hand could finally fit into mine
I Promise to Love YouSunshine blinds the smirking boy
He stands with open arms
Waiting for the blushing girl to come and make him warm
She stares down at her dirty white shoes
Breathing the clean, cool, mint air
Quietly dreaming and biting her lip
She runs her fingers through her hair
He treads across the gravel sea
She moves herself to where he'll be
And just the way the fates decreed
Love is wakened from her sleep
Two hearts beating, side by side
One is yours, the other mine
I promise to love you faithfully
And be yours 'til the end of time.
YouStillFancyDigitalClocks.I'm a broken clock, I never keep the right time! My owner should get me reconstructed. No, wait I am your clock that you bought from a messed up Horologist. But you said it yourself, you're bad with clocks, and I'm bad with guys.
I'm not a fucking brand new "shiny" digital clock that you-just-glance-at , I'm an antique, I grow on you. My rosier carved spine, gold framed hips, and wine-stained wooden lips. Are to bland for you I guess... I understand we live in a world of plastic, but I promise, if you spend a little time actually looking at my blacksmith-made, faded hands and aged Oak numbers. You would prefer my ivory face than a cheap... somethingthatcouldbeusedasafuckingtoiletcleaner.
The pain you give me is like a pounding, clanking, bell it runs all through my body. It's intruding actually, crashing in my head and making me all wobbly and such. I want my shitty unlevled pendulum-heart; the thing you keep playing with, and keep getting finger prints on by the way. Replaced maybe th
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