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i went to sleep a poet and i woke up a fraud
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Category: Writing and Poetry
i wanna feel the dirt and grime under your skin, want you to kiss me like you hate me, like i know you do. i want it tongues and teeth and papercuts. i never wanted it gentle but your knuckles are bruised like a watercolor work of art and the way they punch my teeth out is the prettiest thing ive seen. you make me bleed in the best ways. like peering through keyholes, like a voyeur looking through... » Continue Reading
Category: Writing and Poetry
youre a bad habit that i cant seem to quit. every whisper sounds like sweet talk and every response i stutter out is a prayer to whoevers listening that i wont lose this. i only want you to think of me like i do of you: in the dark, all alone, unable to shut off your brain. i want the shadows to say my name, again and again, for you to want them to. give me your all so when youre gone ill have som... » Continue Reading
Category: Writing and Poetry
we’re both just thieves. you: my mind, body, and soul. me: » Continue Reading
Category: Writing and Poetry
i dont see your ghost in the mirror. he doesnt knock down picture frames, he doesnt leave broken dishes. he lives in my ribcage, in the way my stomach sinks. hes a reminder of everything wrong with me. my broken, unlovable body. my unrepairable soul. hes a parasite, a disease, something unforgettable. he eats me from the inside out, grey matter on his fingers pulling my intestines. he leaves blood... » Continue Reading
Category: Writing and Poetry
i dont know how to fall asleep or where to put my hands. in a world where im a surgeon, youre astrophysics. in you i see everything i know nothing about. a wonder, a mystery. youre so beautiful. we draw lines in the sand and when the tide washes over i find myself across it. in the mornings when you havent woken up i feel your heartbeat against my skin and count the seconds between your breaths be... » Continue Reading
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Category: Writing and Poetry
if god is real he lives in your eyes. i worship you at the altar that is your body and i offer you my beating, bleeding heart as a promise to follow the scripture written in the wrinkles of your hand. you picture me like this in your mind because you want me to be the way you think i am. and the truth is i am anything but that. and it does hurt. it hurts more than anything in the world, because i ... » Continue Reading
Category: Writing and Poetry
teenage going on extinct. im just waiting for a text that will never come. a love thats already passed me by. something that makes me feel like its worth it that im alive. singing boys dont cry like thatll fix the pit in my stomach and my hollowed out ribs, hoping for just a second that all the feelings will go away. the record keeps skipping and the world keeps spinning and if i keep on slipping ... » Continue Reading
Category: Writing and Poetry
i wanted a poem to come from my pain, like that would make it all worth it. like if i could give my hurt a voice it would make it worth suffering for. but my throat is dry and no words are coming out. i shouldve known better than to wake the beast with the expectation of finding a poet, but i cant ever be important if i cant cover my grief in glitter and tie it up all pretty with a bow for you. i ... » Continue Reading
Category: Writing and Poetry
my entire life ive seen everything in black and white but you and i are colored in shades of grey. youve flipped my world upside down — ill ride that high til we crash and burn like we were made to. youre made of adrenaline and summer sweat and something sweeter than this town, tainted by (un)holy jealousy and soaked in sin. youre the furthest thing from god but my knees are still bruised with how... » Continue Reading
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Category: Writing and Poetry
i spend most nights staring at the ceiling and watching the shadows shift and sigh and whisper. i wonder what they say. the walls beat in time with my heart, quickening and slowing and quickening again, blood spilling and pooling in sickening puddles on the floor. me and the friends in my head (never) go to sleep and dream up a way to wake up from this nightmare. somehow the terror feels more comf... » Continue Reading
Category: Writing and Poetry
you said we couldnt be found out. thats fine. theres a strange appeal in sneaking in and out your window, slipped notes and hushed whispers behind the bleachers. my hand in your back pocket and my lips on yours when no ones looking. the way i hold you close and tuck a kiss behind your ear, along your jaw, on your neck, hidden away where it can be never found or taken; a secret between you and i. i... » Continue Reading
Category: Writing and Poetry
what they dont know is its all tongue in cheek. get yourself busy with acting like you mean it before they start asking questions you know you cant lie about. this is(nt) a game and the scoreboard reads nothing now that the powers out. me: 0, you: 9. guess i should get better at saying no to you. for what its worth, you won fair and square. you just let it get to your head. the longer you pretend ... » Continue Reading
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