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i went to sleep a poet and i woke up a fraud
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Category: Writing and Poetry
sometimes, i feel like a kid again. running cold, cold, cold, from heart to blood to fingers to the look in his eye. i don’t love right. i am push and pull. i am the bite and the tongue smoothing it over. i am the siren and the sailor. i don’t understand why. he does not hold it against me, i hold it against myself. i am grounded by my past as much as i am haunted by it. you can wash away blood wi... » Continue Reading
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Category: Writing and Poetry
fuck your friends. i say it but i dont mean it, but maybe i do, because he tells you he wants to hold you and i fantasize about killing him. see reference: im bitter cocoa and sugar sweet. i take on a voice thats not mine so i can misplace the hurt and hope it doesnt rub back off on me. it never works but persistence sticks. it cant get worse (so she says) but theres a long way to go before it get... » Continue Reading
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Category: Writing and Poetry
i do not have a name but you call me what you like and anything you call me by sounds like heaven falling from your lips and you speak sharp, cutting, and the sight of blood was never so sweet before i met you. youre the reason they say books are better than movies, because you are all words and poems and undeniably real and still youre enchanting like nothing else, not like hollywood but somethin... » Continue Reading
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Category: Writing and Poetry
its kinda funny that youre the only thing that makes me feel alive but when im around you i want to die more than anything. i think the only thing it proves is that i cant be honest (with me, with you). i bite at the hand that feeds me and catch air between my teeth, where the zipper of your jeans shouldve been. youre running out of time, true blue boy, and im running out of reasons that say its o... » Continue Reading
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Category: Writing and Poetry
its not that i want (to be) him. i just find myself wishing i could be you. i want our hands to look the same. i want to match the color of your eyes. i want to look at me and know what you think about. maybe its weird. i get that way when im away from home for too long. its just easier to pretend i dont exist when everything i am is you. sometimes it feels like i barely know you (me), like im onl... » Continue Reading
Category: Writing and Poetry
somehow im stuck in august 365 days of the year no matter how many mondays pass me by. kelly green to crying yellow. ive always thought it said something that i lost that four leaf clover after pressing it between the pages of the heaviest book i own. i think about running away more often than i think about staying for the people i love, and i wonder what theyd think if i told them ive been giving... » Continue Reading
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Category: Writing and Poetry
it rains, and it is sunny. this is who you are to me. i do » Continue Reading
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Category: Writing and Poetry
what would you do if you could go back in time? i think about it only because im guilty. i try not to process anything else, anything truer. every quiet reminder of i love you (or dont). i cannot meet your gaze, i cannot stare at the blood on my shoes, so what am i supposed to do? friends who are stars, friends who are black holes—they all burn up (or burn out). maybe next time will be different. ... » Continue Reading
Category: Writing and Poetry
im in a place so far from home so ill write you a letter ill pretend ive never seen before when i wake up in a bed thats mine and still feels like someone elses. gospel of a hotel bible, empty like a promise. i cant tell what i want but its not this and its never this. make it easy, take it easy, take a trip. pulses on our fingertips and hearts in our throats, words stuck between tongues and teeth... » Continue Reading
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Category: Writing and Poetry
grip my throat and watch my face turn untrue blue. bitter reminders and unshakable guilt. anesthetic love, you and me. maybe not love, something closer to ruining you and kissing self destruction. maybe not anything at all. no x or o tonight. i cant give you that. » Continue Reading
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Category: Writing and Poetry
you dont love me, you love the part of me thats like you. what you dont know is that im really just a liar, that it all slips through my teeth before it goes to my head and the words are sharp enough to make my lips bleed. red and true blue. i dont mean to not mean it, you know that. im no better than that. hurricane boy and broken songbird. i wish it would stop hurting like i have it when i dont.... » Continue Reading
Category: Writing and Poetry
90 degrees, broken acs. i think it all started with a feeling in my gut that i told myself was motion sickness but i know better than that and you do too. i can taste the bitterness on your tongue, in the way that too hot feels cold, and i wish i never tasted it at all even though its the only thing in the world i want and i drink it down like ill die without it. in lulls of conversation i wonder ... » Continue Reading
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