Victoria Lynn  

1994 -   
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Poems

23 hours ago

honey let me show you pretty words
let me strum your veins
feel the tinkle of my chimes
let the letters make love to you
they know about your dimples
not just the ones on your face
and they know about the way your voice
plays on waves like a sparrow
let them flutter on your tongue
like mine
and know you are incredible
let them prod at your mind
and dream of adequacy
for your intellect is dizzying
let fairy dust dance on your nose
because you must be magic
let me love you
let these words love you

May 2

Of course you still cross my mind

     from time to time.

That will never change.

Not when you leave footprints on my soul

     and

     whispers in my hair.

May 2

I live for those moments

When we sit on the couch

And you kiss my lips

As naturally as you breathe

And we do different things

Like you watch YouTube

And I scroll through my Dash

But we’re comfortable

And natural

And happy

And in love

And every moment may not be passionate

But every moment is perfect

And I love you

May 1

I’m a machine.

I live to please.

That’s what pleases me.

I need to serve a purpose.

Send me somewhere.

I’ll commit myself.

I’ll devote myself.

Give me something to-

Apr 25

I’ve never wanted to die
     because life sucked.
Life is beautiful.
It’s a beautiful mess
     and I admire
     and appreciate
     and awe it.
I’ve wanted to kill myself
Because I’m an ugly mess
Drained of life and beauty.
Life is worth it,
I am not.
Trust.
Love.
Life.
It’s all the same.

Apr 23

You lied.

You’re lying now.

To us both.

Cut the bullshit.

Pull your head out.

This isn’t the way it works.

You don’t do this.

You love.

You lied.

Apr 23

The dagger is in the heart

And the hurt has passed and

Left discomfort.

Someone needs to pull it out

And apply pressure to the wound

As blood gushes from the heart and

Tears fall from the eyes.

Apr 22

It will hurt me
But it's worth it.
Who does that make me?

Apr 22

I need your words of glass
and papier-mâché-
like water-

Apr 19

everything is my fault
mine
path of destruction
car alarms
crying children
cracked sidewalks
a thin slice
a little fire
a little amnesia
explosions
destruction
mine

Apr 18

No, I don’t fucking like you.

You were a bitch and you don’t know me.

But she loves you.

You make her happy.

You give her something.

You give her life.

And this makes me glad.

So while I don’t like you,

I don’t have to.

It doesn’t matter.

As long as you make her happy

Like you do.

Apr 18

Fix her.

I'm out of Neosporin

And I don't have any Band-Aids.

Fix her.

Love her.

Help her.

Apr 17

11:04 empty hall

I would be perfect

at being a

perfectly unhappy

soccer mom with

a husband who

is married to the

office and kids

who think I’m

money bags

only

and a job that

makes me peel

off  my manicure

and tear out

my hair and

bite through my lip

and I would

smile at the

lost souls

in the

suburbs who

are as perfect

at being

perfectly unhappy

as I am.

11:10 full hall

Apr 17

You’re different

You make me smile

You’re the same

   self-righteous type

I have been broken

   by before,

But you never leave.

You may not love,

You may not care,

But you don’t leave.

You smile and

You take care

And you’re patient

And you know I’m crazy

And you stay.

Apr 17

And my body

   dries out

With the rest of

My soul

   and my face

Is crusty

And my arms

   are flaky

And pieces

   chip away

   from my

   soul daily

Apr 17

And your love

   touches mine

And I can taste

   it like when

Lips embrace

Apr 17

bleeding

all over the place

spilling from my veins

that's my love

finding an escape

because nobody loves it back

Apr 17

I need love. I need the kind of love you read about in books. I need the love I've had but can't have back. I need it again. I need it to breathe. I need it to cripple me. I need it to complete me again. I need it more. I need more of it. I need the way it feels and the way it's impossible to describe. I need it. Like air.

Apr 16

I love you more.

I love you differently.

But I love you more.

Apr 15

i'll always be here for her

i'll always be here if she wants to come home

always

she'll always be my best friend

i will always love her

i will always be a safe place she can run to

always

 
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