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it's been a week since i last saw you
nothing has come of me and i feel each second
bruising my skin and my throat and my brain
internal bleeding in my brain makes me feel
dizzy and i can't watch the stars we named together
because they're shaking too damn violently
i don't want you to know that i miss you because
sometimes i think i don't and sometimes i want you so bad
that my stomach and heart crowd my esophagus and i can't breath
or swallow without it hurting so bad that my eyes
start to sting on their own and betray me
it's been a week 3 hours 23 minutes and now 18 seconds since
i last saw you and i'm corroding away and my feet aren't moving
and i'm cement all over and through my veins ticks
are sucking away at the fresh blood and i'm feeling
tired very cold and weary
my body's not letting me go anywhere because my
brain isn't working and it's tricking my body into
thinking that you're going to come back and i have to wait
for you when you do so you won't be alone
as i am now
even though you're not coming back
if you were and when you got here i would tell you nothing
because i would be gone
although that is lie and i can't deal with feeding you lies any longer
so when you got back here i would tell you that i love you
and that love is a powerful thing and you should accept mine
all wrapped up with my heart as a bow and my longing fingers
all tied together to hold my heart on top and keep the lid closed
until you want my love just as i want you
although i am my love
oh the paradox is no paradox and my brain is bleeding
making everything dizzy and i can't think straight
because my thoughts are consumed by your smile
crooked and bearing happiness
when you left you took my happiness with you on your lips from that
last kiss and when you smile at the next girl she will see my happiness
and mistake it for yours and she will love you as i love you
i wish you hadn't left.
nothing has come of me and i feel each second
bruising my skin and my throat and my brain
internal bleeding in my brain makes me feel
dizzy and i can't watch the stars we named together
because they're shaking too damn violently
i don't want you to know that i miss you because
sometimes i think i don't and sometimes i want you so bad
that my stomach and heart crowd my esophagus and i can't breath
or swallow without it hurting so bad that my eyes
start to sting on their own and betray me
it's been a week 3 hours 23 minutes and now 18 seconds since
i last saw you and i'm corroding away and my feet aren't moving
and i'm cement all over and through my veins ticks
are sucking away at the fresh blood and i'm feeling
tired very cold and weary
my body's not letting me go anywhere because my
brain isn't working and it's tricking my body into
thinking that you're going to come back and i have to wait
for you when you do so you won't be alone
as i am now
even though you're not coming back
if you were and when you got here i would tell you nothing
because i would be gone
although that is lie and i can't deal with feeding you lies any longer
so when you got back here i would tell you that i love you
and that love is a powerful thing and you should accept mine
all wrapped up with my heart as a bow and my longing fingers
all tied together to hold my heart on top and keep the lid closed
until you want my love just as i want you
although i am my love
oh the paradox is no paradox and my brain is bleeding
making everything dizzy and i can't think straight
because my thoughts are consumed by your smile
crooked and bearing happiness
when you left you took my happiness with you on your lips from that
last kiss and when you smile at the next girl she will see my happiness
and mistake it for yours and she will love you as i love you
i wish you hadn't left.
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i stayed home monday
i stayed home monday because i wanted to cry and write broken poetry of how my ribs are no fortress composed of marrow but shards of memories cross-stitched to spine.
i decided sometime by mid-morning all i wanted was for you to encircle me and whisper gentle words across my shoulder that would dip around my lower-back and find home in my chest.
i envisioned cardiac surgeons tangling their hands in my thoracic cavity and struggling to find my heart, but only coming back to an empty waiting room with scattered slips of paper detailing a midnight heist.
as i mouthed words scratched into a bathroom stall, i hoped each consonant would tumble f
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breathe today, speak tomorrow.
and i swore that if
i ever
died again, i
would die not
lying to you, but
taking back
everything, and
just living in the
moment.
-
and if i died
yesterday, i
would die happy, listening
to your
sing-song voice guiding
me through all
my darkest days.
all three of them.
-
and i'm still but i
just climbed up
out of this hole,
so if you
would be so kind as to stop
trying to
push me back
down.
it's cold and wet down there.
you might like it.
-
i still believe
that promises aren't
meant to be broken, but
i'm a silly optimist with
out a care in the world.
and i'm still alive.
so
forget the hearse cause i'll
nev
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nervosa.
an empty girl with
empty eyes
and a sandpaper
smile.
her meals never
stop
because they never
really
begin.
the mirror defies
her thin wrists
and ankles
and suddenly,
she's not hungry
anymore.
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i like this one more than the last one, but i honestly don't know.
ugh.
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