charlotte - Hello Poetry

our fights are like shampooings, lather rinse repeat. next time, i'll just keep my hair *****

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Jul 6, 2012

Jul 6, 2012 at 7:52 PM UTC

our fights are like shampooings, lather rinse repeat. next time, i'll just keep my hair *****

if my tongue was as good with words as my fingers on the keys there would be no need for me to write this half assed poetry

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Mar 24, 2011

Mar 24, 2011 at 8:19 PM UTC

half assing it

if my tongue was as good with words as my fingers on the keys there would be no need for me to write this half assed poetry

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ever get that feeling that itching in the very tips of your fingers the lump in your throat that knot in your stomach that wrench in your heart when you just have to get it out. but you don't know what you're trying to get rid of

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Dec 25, 2010

Dec 25, 2010 at 8:24 PM UTC

itchy fingers

ever get that feeling that itching in the very tips of your fingers the lump in your throat that knot in your stomach that wrench in your heart when you just have to get it out. but you don't know what you're trying to get rid of

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thinking back to all those 4ams spent sitting next to you on that couch in near perfect silence. the only sounds, a turning page, some achievement unlocked. every half hour or so, we'd exchange glances the only words your "sorry i'm so boring"s followed by my obligatory "don't worry about it"s i didn't think i'd miss it so much.

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Sep 15, 2010

Sep 15, 2010 at 8:16 PM UTC

four am

thinking back to all those 4ams spent sitting next to you on that couch in near perfect silence. the only sounds, a turning page, some achievement unlocked. every half hour or so, we'd exchange glances the only words your "sorry i'm so boring"s followed by my obligatory "don't worry about it"s i didn't think i'd miss it so much.

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missing. the child on the back of that milk carton isn't the only thing. empty. and not just the chair across from me. silent. i don't mean the 4am air. there's something, someone, anything. that's missing from my life. meaning, feeling, inspiration. who knows exactly what. all i know is every morning i wake up, my heart feels like the tomb must have that first so called easter morning.

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Sep 10, 2010

Sep 10, 2010 at 7:12 PM UTC

easter morning, every morning.

missing. the child on the back of that milk carton isn't the only thing. empty. and not just the chair across from me. silent. i don't mean the 4am air. there's something, someone, anything. that's missing from my life. meaning, feeling, inspiration. who knows exactly what. all i know is every morning i wake up, my heart feels like the tomb must have that first so called easter morning.

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have you ever set foot on thin ice? heard the shattering sound of your only support giving out from underneath you? i have how did you feel when you first plunged into that ice cold water? were you pierced by sharp daggers ripping through you? i was. did it happen to you again and again? each time hoping the results would differ hoping your heart wouldn't be torn out again? i did. did you get over everything that happened? did you forget each dagger that pierced your heart? i won't.

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Aug 15, 2010

Aug 15, 2010 at 6:59 PM UTC

i won't

have you ever set foot on thin ice? heard the shattering sound of your only support giving out from underneath you? i have how did you feel when you first plunged into that ice cold water? were you pierced by sharp daggers ripping through you? i was. did it happen to you again and again? each time hoping the results would differ hoping your heart wouldn't be torn out again? i did. did you get over everything that happened? did you forget each dagger that pierced your heart? i won't.

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just like that time you got punched in the stomach. all your breath was gone. your words make me feel just. like. that.

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Aug 13, 2010

Aug 13, 2010 at 8:23 PM UTC

just like that

just like that time you got punched in the stomach. all your breath was gone. your words make me feel just. like. that.

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