ange - Hello Poetry

Mumble sweets, like the taste of a cigarette, into my ear while i pretend to be flattered. A wounded dog- I want to give up. Spit on my grave when I am buried. I want to dissolve into your coffee. Drink me up, swallow me whole, touch me when I ask you not to- but gently. You ruin me.

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Sep 4, 2014

Sep 4, 2014 at 5:09 PM UTC

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Mumble sweets, like the taste of a cigarette, into my ear while i pretend to be flattered. A wounded dog- I want to give up. Spit on my grave when I am buried. I want to dissolve into your coffee. Drink me up, swallow me whole, touch me when I ask you not to- but gently. You ruin me.

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I don't feel so hollow, today, but I'm smart enough to know that doesn't last. I keep remembering dreams I've had, like shopping around Paris with no cash. The breeze tickles my hair, she laughs in my face, I push her away. But if it were you, I'd probably ask you to stay. I'm mad at me for including you in every ******* thing I write. I need a drug dealer.

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Aug 20, 2014

Aug 20, 2014 at 2:27 AM UTC

An Uneventful Afternoon

I don't feel so hollow, today, but I'm smart enough to know that doesn't last. I keep remembering dreams I've had, like shopping around Paris with no cash. The breeze tickles my hair, she laughs in my face, I push her away. But if it were you, I'd probably ask you to stay. I'm mad at me for including you in every ******* thing I write. I need a drug dealer.

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I am convinced that the thud in my chest is just you playing ding **** ditch that every time my throat gets itchy it’s just the first thing you said to me that day trickling down inside of me “I was with someone…” ellipses as if you were unfinished, unsure, unwilling burning my eyes my fingers my tongue, like spices. And I am convinced that my only friend is the automatic toilet in the library’s first floor restroom, catching me with every dry heave, holding it down for me, making noise so no one else can hear me sob your name. I am convinced that my pillow has seen more water than Noah. my baths smell of the day we spent kissing on your soda stained sheets. sleep stress I am convinced that the involuntary trembling my body withstands is caused by the earthquakes in your eyes, the feel of your warmth on my ******* But the depth of your voice on the phone when you said, “I love you too much,” wasn't enough to convince me of anything.

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Aug 16, 2014

Aug 16, 2014 at 9:40 AM UTC

Convince Me

I am convinced that the thud in my chest is just you playing ding **** ditch that every time my throat gets itchy it’s just the first thing you said to me that day trickling down inside of me “I was with someone…” ellipses as if you were unfinished, unsure, unwilling burning my eyes my fingers my tongue, like spices. And I am convinced that my only friend is the automatic toilet in the library’s first floor restroom, catching me with every dry heave, holding it down for me, making noise so no one else can hear me sob your name. I am convinced that my pillow has seen more water than Noah. my baths smell of the day we spent kissing on your soda stained sheets. sleep stress I am convinced that the involuntary trembling my body withstands is caused by the earthquakes in your eyes, the feel of your warmth on my ******* But the depth of your voice on the phone when you said, “I love you too much,” wasn't enough to convince me of anything.

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What is missing you beside the specks of yellow spread across the couch from morning light through barely open blinds? What is tasting you beside the feel of cold hands on your sweaty skin to sooth your mind? Lover, what is craving you beside the smell of musky night beginning to surround as everything you touch turns into mud from leaves crushed in the dirt? Lover, what is smelling you beside the silence falling through the river as it moans of hearts that have been hurt?

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Aug 16, 2014

Aug 16, 2014 at 6:19 AM UTC

What Is

What is missing you beside the specks of yellow spread across the couch from morning light through barely open blinds? What is tasting you beside the feel of cold hands on your sweaty skin to sooth your mind? Lover, what is craving you beside the smell of musky night beginning to surround as everything you touch turns into mud from leaves crushed in the dirt? Lover, what is smelling you beside the silence falling through the river as it moans of hearts that have been hurt?

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The world is ugly, but I am pretty. Well, that's what he tells me. It's the others we don't trust. Well, that's what they say. And, Keeping your sleeves pulled down ensues questionnaires. Keeping your socks on during *** implies issues. Chapped lips mouthing curse words, plush stomachs, innocuous insecurities. Do they exist? Do you? Without a single thought about it in your head, you no longer know a misconstrued life styled puzzle for your hands only. Piece together a forceful way to stuff yourself inside a place you don't fit into. Find yourself. Between my legs there is a sad girl. A cosmic interlude loops in her iris when you are able to see your breath, untouchable, but warm. You feel held held held. **** my name my name my name is not pronounced the way it's spelled. baseless arrangement, mindless pleasures, moaning louder than your voice could ever be, better than your heart could ever wish. for you, love you. for me, love me. I'm sorry.

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Aug 16, 2014

Aug 16, 2014 at 6:02 AM UTC

In Other Words

The world is ugly, but I am pretty. Well, that's what he tells me. It's the others we don't trust. Well, that's what they say. And, Keeping your sleeves pulled down ensues questionnaires. Keeping your socks on during *** implies issues. Chapped lips mouthing curse words, plush stomachs, innocuous insecurities. Do they exist? Do you? Without a single thought about it in your head, you no longer know a misconstrued life styled puzzle for your hands only. Piece together a forceful way to stuff yourself inside a place you don't fit into. Find yourself. Between my legs there is a sad girl. A cosmic interlude loops in her iris when you are able to see your breath, untouchable, but warm. You feel held held held. **** my name my name my name is not pronounced the way it's spelled. baseless arrangement, mindless pleasures, moaning louder than your voice could ever be, better than your heart could ever wish. for you, love you. for me, love me. I'm sorry.

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Trying, so very little, but trying to forget your face, your taste. Your tongue was **** and a little of me- sad- between the eyes especially, and nothing feels the way it did with you. Missing you hurts worse than breathing. Like reaching over my shoulders to feel a nonexistent warmth. Chapped lips whisper hot into cool air, blocking my vision, eternalizing the way you ****** my heart.

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Aug 16, 2014

Aug 16, 2014 at 5:51 AM UTC

Whole

Trying, so very little, but trying to forget your face, your taste. Your tongue was **** and a little of me- sad- between the eyes especially, and nothing feels the way it did with you. Missing you hurts worse than breathing. Like reaching over my shoulders to feel a nonexistent warmth. Chapped lips whisper hot into cool air, blocking my vision, eternalizing the way you ****** my heart.

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I still miss you. Suitcases unpack themselves slowly in your room. Posters are out. They've seen us kiss, touch. They've felt the tension in our hands, our spines. Even the glitter in your eyes is struck with lust. I am a child, hungrily ******* at the air at two AM. Your name is a rattle, teasing me in the blackness of night. I have dreams you say you're sorry, but then, I wake up.

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Aug 16, 2014

Aug 16, 2014 at 5:43 AM UTC

Your Dorm

I still miss you. Suitcases unpack themselves slowly in your room. Posters are out. They've seen us kiss, touch. They've felt the tension in our hands, our spines. Even the glitter in your eyes is struck with lust. I am a child, hungrily ******* at the air at two AM. Your name is a rattle, teasing me in the blackness of night. I have dreams you say you're sorry, but then, I wake up.

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Another sleepless night- it's after five. I've searched for your voice, but I seem to have lost it to the gap I left between what should have never been good bye and now. I miss you, and I ****** it up. I mourn memories we never got the chance to share- my hand in your hair, yours on my hip, tongues entwined, noses touching. I want you back. I want you back so bad, but distant, still. I want to draw flowers on your skin, fall in love with your smell in your slacks with your toothbrush. I still see the stars in your teeth. God. I miss you so much, now.

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Aug 16, 2014

Aug 16, 2014 at 5:37 AM UTC

Forgiveness

Another sleepless night- it's after five. I've searched for your voice, but I seem to have lost it to the gap I left between what should have never been good bye and now. I miss you, and I ****** it up. I mourn memories we never got the chance to share- my hand in your hair, yours on my hip, tongues entwined, noses touching. I want you back. I want you back so bad, but distant, still. I want to draw flowers on your skin, fall in love with your smell in your slacks with your toothbrush. I still see the stars in your teeth. God. I miss you so much, now.

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