emilyw - Hello Poetry

the way your neck feels under my teeth the smell of the tee shirts that are always too big on you how you tasted like my favorite flavor of cream cheese how you picked me up and kissed me how you let me have your keys the look in your eyes when you think i'm upset the sound of your voice when you are sorry how your eyes lit up the first time you ever saw me how you let me wrap myself all over you how you close your eyes when i kiss you, even on the cheek the way your eyelashes feel under my lips the look in your eyes when you ******* turn a car how you make plans so definitively that i believe someday has a date how you tap rhythms out on my thighs how you say your signature little phrases (alright, well **** the way that you are always cold and i am always hot the way your knuckles are covered in scabs how you kiss how you **** how you made me feel beautiful without any makeup on the way you make me feel like my blood is soda, full of bubbles and sugar the way you told me you loved me the way you told me you loved me

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Dec 9, 2014

Dec 9, 2014 at 11:47 PM UTC

sorry for all the love poems (thats what this is)

the way your neck feels under my teeth the smell of the tee shirts that are always too big on you how you tasted like my favorite flavor of cream cheese how you picked me up and kissed me how you let me have your keys the look in your eyes when you think i'm upset the sound of your voice when you are sorry how your eyes lit up the first time you ever saw me how you let me wrap myself all over you how you close your eyes when i kiss you, even on the cheek the way your eyelashes feel under my lips the look in your eyes when you ******* turn a car how you make plans so definitively that i believe someday has a date how you tap rhythms out on my thighs how you say your signature little phrases (alright, well **** the way that you are always cold and i am always hot the way your knuckles are covered in scabs how you kiss how you **** how you made me feel beautiful without any makeup on the way you make me feel like my blood is soda, full of bubbles and sugar the way you told me you loved me the way you told me you loved me

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I'm always moving too fast Always kissing too fast and too hard Moaning, ******* heartlessly and blankly Eating too much and not at all Leaving people I need Initiating relationships I can't keep Arguing fights I won't win with you everything slows down. Walking like it doesn't matter how long it takes as long as we're touching Imprinting myself with bruises or wearing your shirt so it smells like me Losing track of time but making each moment worth being late Legitimizing every pain I've suffered and then letting me let it go be slow with me, i never want to Stop when i'm with you. waste your time on me.

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Dec 8, 2014

Dec 8, 2014 at 12:55 AM UTC

another poem about will.

I'm always moving too fast Always kissing too fast and too hard Moaning, ******* heartlessly and blankly Eating too much and not at all Leaving people I need Initiating relationships I can't keep Arguing fights I won't win with you everything slows down. Walking like it doesn't matter how long it takes as long as we're touching Imprinting myself with bruises or wearing your shirt so it smells like me Losing track of time but making each moment worth being late Legitimizing every pain I've suffered and then letting me let it go be slow with me, i never want to Stop when i'm with you. waste your time on me.

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we seem to have made a lot of theoretical weekends i'm terrified that they won't happen because it is so nice to exist alongside your rendition of poise and effusive words that i am afraid it isnt real she left you ignominious like he did to me our roles are reversed but i feel like you understand and i hope i am coming close to understanding the part of you you left behind with her. when i am with you i don't feel like a series of failed lacerations and i look at you and see pride i feel safe laying beside you, spend the night.

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Nov 14, 2014

Nov 14, 2014 at 12:07 AM UTC

will p

we seem to have made a lot of theoretical weekends i'm terrified that they won't happen because it is so nice to exist alongside your rendition of poise and effusive words that i am afraid it isnt real she left you ignominious like he did to me our roles are reversed but i feel like you understand and i hope i am coming close to understanding the part of you you left behind with her. when i am with you i don't feel like a series of failed lacerations and i look at you and see pride i feel safe laying beside you, spend the night.

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her fingers up inside of me licked my ego like a flame, my well-rehearsed ghost moans and arches teach me that i am a piece of performance art. the cracking open of a can, the lick of the lips, liquor and ***** age-old remedies for **** near anything. lingering hands post-orgasm are swiftly denied, refusing any feelings she may want to manifest. i still can't look in my lovers' eyes and my hands don't stop shaking until that liquid that tastes like battery acid flows like honey down my throat.

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Oct 4, 2014

Oct 4, 2014 at 1:55 AM UTC

ode to casual *** and 4loko

her fingers up inside of me licked my ego like a flame, my well-rehearsed ghost moans and arches teach me that i am a piece of performance art. the cracking open of a can, the lick of the lips, liquor and ***** age-old remedies for **** near anything. lingering hands post-orgasm are swiftly denied, refusing any feelings she may want to manifest. i still can't look in my lovers' eyes and my hands don't stop shaking until that liquid that tastes like battery acid flows like honey down my throat.

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People are nothing more than a blur of genitalia, gasps, groans, grunts, g-spots to savor, then scrap. The Catch is a rehearsed routine, catcalls turned to cat scratches and long blonde hairs stuck to his lapel; his wife will make **** sure he'll repent. Lip bites and ***** licks, the high leaves long breaths escaping quenched lips. **** falling for you, I'd rather **** you and leave standing up straight

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Aug 4, 2014

Aug 4, 2014 at 11:34 PM UTC

Hypersexual

People are nothing more than a blur of genitalia, gasps, groans, grunts, g-spots to savor, then scrap. The Catch is a rehearsed routine, catcalls turned to cat scratches and long blonde hairs stuck to his lapel; his wife will make **** sure he'll repent. Lip bites and ***** licks, the high leaves long breaths escaping quenched lips. **** falling for you, I'd rather **** you and leave standing up straight

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with// I am told I was pure before. "Are you afraid?" He asked me. I shook my head violently, in yearning. "God." There is no fear. My body is filled to the brim with love. I can't fathom feeling any Pain, ache, hurt. His eyes traveled my body and then- He started. My breathing slowed down He held my hands. without// read from bottom line up

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Aug 2, 2014

Aug 2, 2014 at 2:26 AM UTC

Consent*

with// I am told I was pure before. "Are you afraid?" He asked me. I shook my head violently, in yearning. "God." There is no fear. My body is filled to the brim with love. I can't fathom feeling any Pain, ache, hurt. His eyes traveled my body and then- He started. My breathing slowed down He held my hands. without// read from bottom line up

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The predator invading my thighs did not care for words It burned me with smug smiles and cold hands, carpet covered in dog **** pressing against my back. Turning my sanctuary into my prison, my own flesh into fear, made my body need healing. It punctured me with your venom but no one has ****** it out yet, trust me, I've made them try.

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Aug 2, 2014

Aug 2, 2014 at 1:53 AM UTC

Snake in the Grass. (reading this is not a good idea)

The predator invading my thighs did not care for words It burned me with smug smiles and cold hands, carpet covered in dog **** pressing against my back. Turning my sanctuary into my prison, my own flesh into fear, made my body need healing. It punctured me with your venom but no one has ****** it out yet, trust me, I've made them try.

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I'm scared I need you because you don't need me. Maybe if I keep scratching at my neck I can escape this skin. My insides are fermenting, nothing else seems to quench this thirst. No longer do I call the people I **** lovers. It may be delicious to trip, but this fall is disgusting.

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Aug 2, 2014

Aug 2, 2014 at 1:40 AM UTC

Cessation

I'm scared I need you because you don't need me. Maybe if I keep scratching at my neck I can escape this skin. My insides are fermenting, nothing else seems to quench this thirst. No longer do I call the people I **** lovers. It may be delicious to trip, but this fall is disgusting.

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