Pristine
This week was heavy
It sat on my chest like an iceberg
Slowly melting into hot, sticky grief
I think loving me must be messy
Because as much as I try to
Pull it together
Wipe my face
Wash my hair
Put pants on
It always comes seeping out
It oozes from my pores
And I can’t help but think
Of your pristine white shirt
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Warmth
You are warm drapery
Across my back
I am melting into your
Methodic rumbles
Warding off this viscous sleep
For the thought of watching
Yours
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The Con
You are beautiful
And it is hard to believe,
You are hard to believe sometimes
Though your eyes tell me pure truths
You are conning me somehow
I’m sure that the day will come
when I wake up beside your bed crevice
I will search every where for your whereabouts
Never finding as much as an old t shirt
I will open my phone to call you
only to discover that you have
erased your number somehow
And…
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The Little Mermaid if She were a Hoarder
I love possessions
I hoard them up
Like they are going somewhere
Bits and bobbles
Burettes and lipsticks
Dance around my head
I like clothing the best
I wrap scarves around me
Like nooses
Carry umbrellas
Like bayonets
My belts are always too tight
And my bras leave scars
At the crest of my armpits
I am afraid of water
But I bury myself up
In blue blue jeans
In thick scratchy sweaters
In soft…
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Words Like Coffee
I was born in your hands
Grew up in the warmth of your mouth
You taught me words like coffee
And love, and more
You always leave me wanting more
Always keeping me on tip toes
When I speak of the past you close my lips with yours
And your hands snake
Around my hips
You catch my
slip of the tongue
Flick it away with one hand
You taught me how to sleep at night
I no longer wear sad on my skin
Like…
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Asleep
I wake up too often
In puddles
Of my own sweat
In half conciousness
Still tangled in dreamworlds
Did you know that
the more you move when woken
The faster your dreams disappear?
Sometimes I wake up
In a flurry
I whip my arms and legs up
Spin my head in a frenzy
Sometimes I lay still
for minutes on end
Bunch my lids up tight
Breathing shallow
Sleepy breaths
Not moving a single
Inch
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You are welcome.
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I used to be mean
I was hard
Sharp like shards
Rubbing blood from your skin
Gritty
And hard to get clean
I know why I am always cold
My skin remembers what I was
But I was mangled
Torn apart flesh from flesh
By an even cooler bastard
With simple calculating control
Do you know what it feels like
To get your skin ripped open?
Dry ice
I once told a boy I loved him
Then ripped it back
Punched a hole in his taut, bony…
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In love with the night: 3 AM on a Saturday
My hands are held up to the sun
I am giving my heart as
sacrifice, but
I cannot stop falling for the night
It’s breathy depths
And shallow moonlight
I cannot stop giving my limbs away
To the ashy blue sight
Twinkling my toes in the
Cool of the sheets
Forgetting the heat of yellow sunlight
I am no time keeper
And alarms are set for those with
Lighter hearts
And I, I am
in love with the night
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2 AM
I would draw out the night
If I could
Stretch it like shrink wrap
Over a left over dish
If I had the capacity to
I am flimsy during day
My voice quivers,
Quakes like the jagged pencil line
Of a five year old
At night I am just as thin
But my thoughts make full circles
In the dark
They cacoon me
And wrapped in them
I feel clear
The night is nothing
If not for heavy souls
And girls with…
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Reasons
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You always want reasons
That I can’t give to you
Like the flick of a curl
On my head
Or an upturned fingernail
They are just there and
I don’t know why
I want to tell you that
It’s not your fault
But I don’t know if that is
The truth
Sometimes I don’t know
Up from down
I could be standing on
Fingertips
For all I know
And I can’t give you
Answers
I can’t find myself
I would love…
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The Emptiness
I thought about the emptiness
Inside my stomach
I thought about filling it
I thought about death
About the silence of silence
The apitome of sound mind
I thought about the days with no motivation
The sculking, the sulking
Alone in my bed
Face turned to the wall
So my sister wouldn’t see me cry
I thought about sleeves
About how they never cover anything all the time
About naked wrists…
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I love you, but
I love you
But I am always about me
About the air in my lunges
How little I have left
I have creases in my boots
from searching
for a boy with understanding
I have found you
Breathing air into my lunges
I love you
But I am always about me
About trying to fall in love
with a girl who is still broken
A girl still falling apart
No matter how I’d love to focus
On only you
I am stuck…
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When it is Over
A cool breeze
Not of air
But disgust
Rolls over me
When it happens
I know exactly
What it is
A sinking feeling
A swampy dragging panic
Like the end of a winter storm
When the land is just brown
And the trees are bare and brambly
And broken, washed of leaves
I feel cold
Empty, void of feeling for you
That is how I know
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I Still Think About it
I still think about it
All the time
I still think about it
The way you slithered your way
Into my comfort zone
You made my vulnerability
A weapon
You cast shadows that can’t be unseen
In my memory
There are places I don’t dare go anymore
I still think about it
How you turned my quiet place
Into hell
How the thoughts never stop
Racing
They are racing as I breathe
They are…
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Barbs
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I cut myself off
Not because
I don’t want to tell you
Not because
you don’t deserve my words
Because sometimes
trapped in my explainations
Are bitter, flying barbs
They fling and flack
They become entrenched in you
Caught in your precious skin
And I am not here to feed you pain
You don’t deserve my anger
I am still learning to serve you
without fear of causing pain
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Lolita
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Maybe it wasn’t about her years
About the softness of her skin
The carefree curls in her hair
and her hands
About the fresh toothed grin
of her smile
Maybe it was about her heart
About the words
that straighten her spine
The lines that spell her virtue
Or her sin
Maybe it was never about either
Maybe you were just an old man
Missing something small inside
Thought to fill it with a…
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