emma-marke - Hello Poetry

It wouldn’t be until the next morning that I would find them stained on my skin. I stand in front of my closet mirror and stare at black and blue. I lightly dance my fingertips across my naked skin. I couldn’t remember how each one had happened, but each brought back moments of the night before. Short breaths. Foggy windows. Hands in hair. Lips on neck. I turn my thoughts back to the mirror and reach for my shirt. And that’s when I see the long, red scar traced down my side. And that’s when I think maybe you aren’t so good for me.

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Oct 7, 2015

Oct 7, 2015 at 12:52 AM UTC

Stained

It wouldn’t be until the next morning that I would find them stained on my skin. I stand in front of my closet mirror and stare at black and blue. I lightly dance my fingertips across my naked skin. I couldn’t remember how each one had happened, but each brought back moments of the night before. Short breaths. Foggy windows. Hands in hair. Lips on neck. I turn my thoughts back to the mirror and reach for my shirt. And that’s when I see the long, red scar traced down my side. And that’s when I think maybe you aren’t so good for me.

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before The moonlight made its way through the blinds. It’s the only source of light in the bedroom. His head is on the pillow while mine is rested in my hand, propped up looking down on him. His chin tilts up, dark eyes looking for any signal to stop coming closer. I don’t give him one. after His tired fingers lightly trace slow figure eights on my shoulder. We lay breathless in comfortable silence. I feel his eyes on me, taking in my silhouette. He moves closer, looking for any reason not to. I don’t give him one.

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Oct 7, 2015

Oct 7, 2015 at 12:16 AM UTC

Again

before The moonlight made its way through the blinds. It’s the only source of light in the bedroom. His head is on the pillow while mine is rested in my hand, propped up looking down on him. His chin tilts up, dark eyes looking for any signal to stop coming closer. I don’t give him one. after His tired fingers lightly trace slow figure eights on my shoulder. We lay breathless in comfortable silence. I feel his eyes on me, taking in my silhouette. He moves closer, looking for any reason not to. I don’t give him one.

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"That's one of the many reasons I was attracted to him. When he really wanted something he went out and got it." And that's how I broke my own heart. I realized that he hadn't gone out and gotten me back. He didn't want me anymore.

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Jul 16, 2015

Jul 16, 2015 at 12:08 AM UTC

Any More

"That's one of the many reasons I was attracted to him. When he really wanted something he went out and got it." And that's how I broke my own heart. I realized that he hadn't gone out and gotten me back. He didn't want me anymore.

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I didn't think about where his hands were, or about how they shouldn’t be where they were. I wasn’t thinking of the time and the fact that my curfew was ticking closer and closer. I wasn’t thinking about how this boy’s backseat was so uncomfortable compared to yours. All I was thinking of, while his hands explored and time was ticking, was how you’re with her. And that was all it took.

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Jun 25, 2015

Jun 25, 2015 at 2:21 PM UTC

Breaking Curfew

I didn't think about where his hands were, or about how they shouldn’t be where they were. I wasn’t thinking of the time and the fact that my curfew was ticking closer and closer. I wasn’t thinking about how this boy’s backseat was so uncomfortable compared to yours. All I was thinking of, while his hands explored and time was ticking, was how you’re with her. And that was all it took.

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"Can we please still be friends?" I think for a moment 'Everyone says that' "But I mean it" 'Yes. Ok.' I’ll just add that to the list of lies you told me.

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Jun 25, 2015

Jun 25, 2015 at 12:13 PM UTC

Liar Liar Pants on Fire

"Can we please still be friends?" I think for a moment 'Everyone says that' "But I mean it" 'Yes. Ok.' I’ll just add that to the list of lies you told me.

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He turned the steering wheel around and around Making the car go around and around Sending my thoughts around and around Until only one thought in my head remained Kiss Him. My head screamed So I tugged on his shirt sleeve He turned his head And I kissed him. While the steering wheel The car My thoughts His hands Went around and around

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Jun 25, 2015

Jun 25, 2015 at 12:12 PM UTC

Around and around

He turned the steering wheel around and around Making the car go around and around Sending my thoughts around and around Until only one thought in my head remained Kiss Him. My head screamed So I tugged on his shirt sleeve He turned his head And I kissed him. While the steering wheel The car My thoughts His hands Went around and around

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Those months without you was like standing in the middle of a lighting storm and not caring that you’re getting soaked to the bone or that at any minute lighting could come down and strike you dead right then and there. I didn’t care because I knew that if at the end of the storm you would be there and we would be us again, it would be worth standing in that lighting storm forever. You are worth it.

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Jun 25, 2015

Jun 25, 2015 at 12:07 PM UTC

"Let's take a break"

Those months without you was like standing in the middle of a lighting storm and not caring that you’re getting soaked to the bone or that at any minute lighting could come down and strike you dead right then and there. I didn’t care because I knew that if at the end of the storm you would be there and we would be us again, it would be worth standing in that lighting storm forever. You are worth it.

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I once knew a boy who would stop everything to hear a girl sing And I thought this must be how love starts I once knew a girl who would look at a boy like he was the only one in the crowded room And I thought this must be how love is I once knew a boy who would do anything to make a girl laugh And I thought this must be how love stays Then I found myself with you in extended silence more than once And I think this must be how love ends

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May 30, 2015

May 30, 2015 at 9:58 PM UTC

Once

I once knew a boy who would stop everything to hear a girl sing And I thought this must be how love starts I once knew a girl who would look at a boy like he was the only one in the crowded room And I thought this must be how love is I once knew a boy who would do anything to make a girl laugh And I thought this must be how love stays Then I found myself with you in extended silence more than once And I think this must be how love ends

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I read somewhere once that in the first three seconds after you wake up you don’t remember anything. So that would mean I wouldn’t remember the way my hand fit perfectly into yours and the way that you and I could just look at each other and know what we were thinking and the way you laughed when I found your most ticklish spots. And I would also forget the way the silence slowly transformed from comfortable to awkward and the way that we began to avoid each other and responsblities and the way you gave up on us.

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May 30, 2015

May 30, 2015 at 9:51 PM UTC

1..2..3....

I read somewhere once that in the first three seconds after you wake up you don’t remember anything. So that would mean I wouldn’t remember the way my hand fit perfectly into yours and the way that you and I could just look at each other and know what we were thinking and the way you laughed when I found your most ticklish spots. And I would also forget the way the silence slowly transformed from comfortable to awkward and the way that we began to avoid each other and responsblities and the way you gave up on us.

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In the meanwhile I’ll be sitting in my chair by the window Watching the world and writing of you In the meanwhile You’ll be sleeping Dreaming dreams Since it is 3:14 in the morning In the meanwhile The snow falls almost as silent as my tears Almost All the while You’re dreaming dreams But not of me.

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May 30, 2015

May 30, 2015 at 9:50 PM UTC

Dreaming

In the meanwhile I’ll be sitting in my chair by the window Watching the world and writing of you In the meanwhile You’ll be sleeping Dreaming dreams Since it is 3:14 in the morning In the meanwhile The snow falls almost as silent as my tears Almost All the while You’re dreaming dreams But not of me.

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