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scars #7And if you're asking if I slept well the answer is no. My eyes and heart are aching with cement stuck in between my toes and your words in my fingers. Tears come back to burn like the summers sun - tripping on my own eyelids - drowning in winter - drowning in you. / Your voice croaks from all the plastic you've swallowed - shadow after shadow I'm on me knees begging that you won't have another drink. / You see, in afraid that the burning of all the camera flashes and ***** have replaced the warmth of a best friend.
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Aug 14, 2014
flowThere's a fire in my eyes / and a flood in my bones / and there's a soaking wet mop going
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Jun 6, 2014
sixI don't want you to love me anymore, / I want you to be in love with me. / With less than three months
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Jun 3, 2014
voicemailsmaybe it's the rain pounding down on my ears / or the echoes of last summers laughter / those perfect yet empty beer cans that used to lie on your kitchen table
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May 7, 2014
april 15thwith every touch comes another shock and fall / ing in love all over again. / with every look I see end
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Apr 15, 2014
distressed art - threeWith the increasing pace of an uneven heartbeat / It's my newest piece of / distressed art.
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Mar 27, 2014
today's love poemI hate you. / I hate you. / I hate you.
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Jan 25, 2014
#18stop romanticizing death. / the sick image of me / laying on my grave
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Jan 13, 2014
the worst/draft/screamingAnd if you're asking if I slept well the answer is no. / my eyes and heart are aching with cement stuck in between my toes / and your words in my fingers.
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Jan 9, 2014
twothousand&thirteen.*as the music takes control of two lonely people / we danced through these months / with bruised feet and
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Dec 31, 2013
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