dance-with-me - Hello Poetry

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Feb 3, 2015

Feb 3, 2015 at 7:35 PM UTC

You will always end up hurt. I do not care how strong physically and mentally you are, there will always be tears shed and hearts broken. Because you cannot do something so physically intimate and expect it to not be mentally intimate. That is like jumping off a cliff and hoping you don't fall. You cannot make pretend love. You cannot look at someone and see them as an object. For they are not an object, they are human Someone will fall, and they will fall hard. They will spend their time praying that each kiss is real. They will pray that its more than just physical. They will pray that rough touches and loud moans are more than lust. They will spend their time hoping and praying that you will see them as more than a quick distraction, but, darling, this is not a fairytale. They will not fall for you all because you kissed them differently. They will not see you in a different light. For this started as physical and it will stay physical. (b.c)

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dance-with-me

Jan 30, 2015

Jan 30, 2015 at 3:51 PM UTC

acrylic-stars

Upon the Subject of Friends with Benefits

You will always end up hurt. I do not care how strong physically and mentally you are, there will always be tears shed and hearts broken. Because you cannot do something so physically intimate and expect it to not be mentally intimate. That is like jumping off a cliff and hoping you don't fall. You cannot make pretend love. You cannot look at someone and see them as an object. For they are not an object, they are human Someone will fall, and they will fall hard. They will spend their time praying that each kiss is real. They will pray that its more than just physical. They will pray that rough touches and loud moans are more than lust. They will spend their time hoping and praying that you will see them as more than a quick distraction, but, darling, this is not a fairytale. They will not fall for you all because you kissed them differently. They will not see you in a different light. For this started as physical and it will stay physical. (b.c)

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I remember it all as The 1975 played Eyes dancing in the smoke of your wilted cigarette Tangled in the bed comforter Our lips pressed together Carving novels from the sweep of your eyelashes Your hand on my leg sending lightning through my bloodstream Kneading contained desire into new shapes Though room was frigid I could feel my cheeks getting crimson and heated As we pressed closer Skin to skin Whispering unspoken truths through laced fingers My lipstick wore off on your neck Around the bruises I left Time waving goodbye as the sun slowly rose

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Jan 29, 2015

Jan 29, 2015 at 10:19 PM UTC

dance-with-me

Remember?

I remember it all as The 1975 played Eyes dancing in the smoke of your wilted cigarette Tangled in the bed comforter Our lips pressed together Carving novels from the sweep of your eyelashes Your hand on my leg sending lightning through my bloodstream Kneading contained desire into new shapes Though room was frigid I could feel my cheeks getting crimson and heated As we pressed closer Skin to skin Whispering unspoken truths through laced fingers My lipstick wore off on your neck Around the bruises I left Time waving goodbye as the sun slowly rose

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Look at me pretty eyes, you do not notice im in dicise, you quietly stare at skys, in a dream like hase with love on rise

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dance-with-me

Jan 29, 2015

Jan 29, 2015 at 8:43 PM UTC

emcleod814

Pretty Eyes

Look at me pretty eyes, you do not notice im in dicise, you quietly stare at skys, in a dream like hase with love on rise

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*my favorite plaid shirt smells of her perfume letting memories saunter in like she did to a room now that it's all over what else is there to do except to wear my favorite plaid shirt that smells of her perfume*

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dance-with-me

Jan 28, 2015

Jan 28, 2015 at 2:20 PM UTC

mike-hauser

plaid perfume

*my favorite plaid shirt smells of her perfume letting memories saunter in like she did to a room now that it's all over what else is there to do except to wear my favorite plaid shirt that smells of her perfume*

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Hello my name is Anorexia I will make you an obsessive freak You will hate yourself I will make you hungry and weak I will turn your meat to bones You will lose excessive weight You must be super skinny Food you must hate Skinny is perfect So your diet is strict You live struggling Because you are an addict Do not eat breakfast The scale numbers matter Do not eat lunch Do not get fatter I promise to make you beautiful I am your best friend I will make you so skinny Even if your life might end

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dance-with-me

Jan 28, 2015

Jan 28, 2015 at 12:58 PM UTC

jackeline-chacon

Anorexia

Hello my name is Anorexia I will make you an obsessive freak You will hate yourself I will make you hungry and weak I will turn your meat to bones You will lose excessive weight You must be super skinny Food you must hate Skinny is perfect So your diet is strict You live struggling Because you are an addict Do not eat breakfast The scale numbers matter Do not eat lunch Do not get fatter I promise to make you beautiful I am your best friend I will make you so skinny Even if your life might end

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1:32 am I told you not to jump whispered the skeleton to the ghost I begged you to eat replied the ghost in a voice of frost But I wanted to fly

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Jan 28, 2015

Jan 28, 2015 at 11:00 AM UTC

dance-with-me

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1:32 am I told you not to jump whispered the skeleton to the ghost I begged you to eat replied the ghost in a voice of frost But I wanted to fly

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3:24 am Green eyes come back You left me stranded on the grey I slipped into the black Please, please Green eyes come back

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Jan 28, 2015

Jan 28, 2015 at 10:55 AM UTC

dance-with-me

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3:24 am Green eyes come back You left me stranded on the grey I slipped into the black Please, please Green eyes come back

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4:57 am I find myself wondering about him The taste of his skin calling to me in the black His sweet breath on the back of my neck, illuminating my insides Hands finding each other and weaving unknown sadness together

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Jan 28, 2015

Jan 28, 2015 at 10:54 AM UTC

dance-with-me

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4:57 am I find myself wondering about him The taste of his skin calling to me in the black His sweet breath on the back of my neck, illuminating my insides Hands finding each other and weaving unknown sadness together

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I don't think all this pain is good for me Fuckin' up my hands punching walls. Razor Blades to my skin Its not good. "A world so hateful someone would rather die then be who they are" "A happy ending be slitting my throat" You thought your jokes were funny When I used to run away with tears rushing down my face, it was 'funny' Now I stand here ready to kick the chair, When I stop and think "Wait" Who needs 'em. Bunch of insecure ******** trying to make themselves look good. I say stay strong, **** bullies and be with people who accept you for who you are and don't give a **** what other people think. Thank you ******** You helped me see the light. Long Live.

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dance-with-me

Jan 26, 2015

Jan 26, 2015 at 4:18 PM UTC

cam-rakow

ow.

I don't think all this pain is good for me Fuckin' up my hands punching walls. Razor Blades to my skin Its not good. "A world so hateful someone would rather die then be who they are" "A happy ending be slitting my throat" You thought your jokes were funny When I used to run away with tears rushing down my face, it was 'funny' Now I stand here ready to kick the chair, When I stop and think "Wait" Who needs 'em. Bunch of insecure ******** trying to make themselves look good. I say stay strong, **** bullies and be with people who accept you for who you are and don't give a **** what other people think. Thank you ******** You helped me see the light. Long Live.

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