amyborton - Hello Poetry

Did you know that I hate you? Every second you ignore me seeps into my skin like ink Your words are a tattoo I can’t remove I’ve spent months scrubbing my skin of your touch The memory of it lingering Between my fingers Behind my ears On my lips Around my waist An invisible hand-shaped scar on my cheek accompanied by The sound of your voice between tears “I want to do my best for you” Unless your best is weakening me to the point I can’t get out of bed, You’re a ******* liar for that And so much more I want to rip the memory of us from inside of you, you don’t deserve it When I think of you I want to scream until my voice goes limp And then you smile And I remember you again The goofy ************ who spends days making music Lover of takis and neck kisses and bridges I remember you holding me while I cried And taking pictures while I laughed Always knowing when I’m hungry or sad or anxious or tired Jamming out to Inner Voices on a 20 hour road trip Getting ****** and petting dogs Snowball fights at 2 AM Making out at stoplights Taking an hour to say goodbye The way you grinned so wide after we kissed Every Single Time You ******* ************* *******

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Feb 11, 2019

Feb 11, 2019 at 9:07 PM UTC

amyborton

You ******* ************* *******

Did you know that I hate you? Every second you ignore me seeps into my skin like ink Your words are a tattoo I can’t remove I’ve spent months scrubbing my skin of your touch The memory of it lingering Between my fingers Behind my ears On my lips Around my waist An invisible hand-shaped scar on my cheek accompanied by The sound of your voice between tears “I want to do my best for you” Unless your best is weakening me to the point I can’t get out of bed, You’re a ******* liar for that And so much more I want to rip the memory of us from inside of you, you don’t deserve it When I think of you I want to scream until my voice goes limp And then you smile And I remember you again The goofy ************ who spends days making music Lover of takis and neck kisses and bridges I remember you holding me while I cried And taking pictures while I laughed Always knowing when I’m hungry or sad or anxious or tired Jamming out to Inner Voices on a 20 hour road trip Getting ****** and petting dogs Snowball fights at 2 AM Making out at stoplights Taking an hour to say goodbye The way you grinned so wide after we kissed Every Single Time You ******* ************* *******

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Loving you is Shading a tattoo Needles piercing already-open flesh Inking your presence onto me Permanent Vulnerable Covering it with a bandage So no one can see The blood seep out I want to give you the power to hurt me And trust that you won’t But as the needles pierce my flesh again and again I’m unsure if I still have skin Or if you peeled it away with the rest of me I miss you today

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Nov 10, 2018

Nov 10, 2018 at 1:40 PM UTC

amyborton

Tattoo Love

Loving you is Shading a tattoo Needles piercing already-open flesh Inking your presence onto me Permanent Vulnerable Covering it with a bandage So no one can see The blood seep out I want to give you the power to hurt me And trust that you won’t But as the needles pierce my flesh again and again I’m unsure if I still have skin Or if you peeled it away with the rest of me I miss you today

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Impulsivity, I am hopelessly in love with you. Buy the shoes. Ditch school. Kiss her. Drive 30 minutes for french fries Kiss him. Buy 18 pet snails. Eat the octopus tacos. In acting class they told me to follow my impulses. At home they told me not to. A blessing and a curse might land me in a hearse But I’m living Today I wrote a letter to someone I love and I’m going to send it Tomorrow I might stay home and cook pasta, or maybe I’ll drive to Portland. Pack only a few T-shirts and my terrifying overabundance of freedom Are you proud? I’ve been told not to be so impulsive. To think more rationally. To weigh the consequences. “You’ll regret it!” But the greatest regret I’ve ever felt is having not done anything about something that is my everything. I know I’m not an idiot. I’ve told myself this for years and I’ll stick to it, but there will never be a day when my mind defeats my gut. Sometimes it means I’m irresponsible. Unpredictable. Messy. Slutty. “Who are you anyway?” I have a secret -I don’t know who I am And if I’m lucky, I never will. You, my impulsivity, are to blame and to thank for that.

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Nov 10, 2018

Nov 10, 2018 at 1:36 PM UTC

amyborton

An Ode to Impulsivity

Impulsivity, I am hopelessly in love with you. Buy the shoes. Ditch school. Kiss her. Drive 30 minutes for french fries Kiss him. Buy 18 pet snails. Eat the octopus tacos. In acting class they told me to follow my impulses. At home they told me not to. A blessing and a curse might land me in a hearse But I’m living Today I wrote a letter to someone I love and I’m going to send it Tomorrow I might stay home and cook pasta, or maybe I’ll drive to Portland. Pack only a few T-shirts and my terrifying overabundance of freedom Are you proud? I’ve been told not to be so impulsive. To think more rationally. To weigh the consequences. “You’ll regret it!” But the greatest regret I’ve ever felt is having not done anything about something that is my everything. I know I’m not an idiot. I’ve told myself this for years and I’ll stick to it, but there will never be a day when my mind defeats my gut. Sometimes it means I’m irresponsible. Unpredictable. Messy. Slutty. “Who are you anyway?” I have a secret -I don’t know who I am And if I’m lucky, I never will. You, my impulsivity, are to blame and to thank for that.

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