h-k - Hello Poetry

I hate looking at street lights when I'm alone. The day that I want things to change, when i want my parents gone, when i don't want to remember the favorite songs of my friends when the day comes that i don't want to think about your scent that is truly unique, and about everything you have drawn on your skin, oh God, the day I need to believe in You, When the things at night stop shaking me awake and I don't have to cry about everything that ever was I'm forgetting everything and i cry harder than before When I stop feeling the way I am now, I'm putting steel to flesh. Hammer to bone rope to neck poison to lips cold steel underfoot wind tearing away at my clothes and hair as my fingers are holding tight and bloodless as my last way back to earth I'll jump. (I already want to leave)

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Apr 15, 2014

Apr 15, 2014 at 8:38 PM UTC

h-k

Pangaea

I hate looking at street lights when I'm alone. The day that I want things to change, when i want my parents gone, when i don't want to remember the favorite songs of my friends when the day comes that i don't want to think about your scent that is truly unique, and about everything you have drawn on your skin, oh God, the day I need to believe in You, When the things at night stop shaking me awake and I don't have to cry about everything that ever was I'm forgetting everything and i cry harder than before When I stop feeling the way I am now, I'm putting steel to flesh. Hammer to bone rope to neck poison to lips cold steel underfoot wind tearing away at my clothes and hair as my fingers are holding tight and bloodless as my last way back to earth I'll jump. (I already want to leave)

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Now That I Know what the color of your eyes are from such a close distance our eyelashes tangle, Now That I Know what your hair feels like, silky so my hands slip through and I have to keep weaving my fingers inandout, overandover, lest i forget how rare a feeling it is, Now That I Know that the same lyrics run laps in your head and you see them written over the faces of everyone you see, making them more beautiful for our own sake, Now That I Know, Please, Don't Try To Make Me Forget

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Feb 18, 2014

Feb 18, 2014 at 10:35 PM UTC

h-k

Now That I Know,

Now That I Know what the color of your eyes are from such a close distance our eyelashes tangle, Now That I Know what your hair feels like, silky so my hands slip through and I have to keep weaving my fingers inandout, overandover, lest i forget how rare a feeling it is, Now That I Know that the same lyrics run laps in your head and you see them written over the faces of everyone you see, making them more beautiful for our own sake, Now That I Know, Please, Don't Try To Make Me Forget

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so many things look better in black and white i do not think my life is one of those things

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Feb 6, 2014

Feb 6, 2014 at 10:29 PM UTC

h-k

lifeless

so many things look better in black and white i do not think my life is one of those things

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i unzipped my ribcage did you enjoy sloshing through everything i am? waist deep in a current likely to **** you under do not come under i am nauseous of the rhythm from these same waves they pull me in and fill my lungs when i cough i swallow more i am succumbing to less of who i thought i was

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Feb 4, 2014

Feb 4, 2014 at 9:29 PM UTC

h-k

cage of nothing

i unzipped my ribcage did you enjoy sloshing through everything i am? waist deep in a current likely to **** you under do not come under i am nauseous of the rhythm from these same waves they pull me in and fill my lungs when i cough i swallow more i am succumbing to less of who i thought i was

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i will spend forever editing erasing trying to forget you you you are here you are killing me burning my good thoughts, the cure is death everything i make and do i regret we broke everything i am swimming in us. but we never had anything more than you standing far away, and i alone

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Feb 4, 2014

Feb 4, 2014 at 9:13 PM UTC

h-k

send help

i will spend forever editing erasing trying to forget you you you are here you are killing me burning my good thoughts, the cure is death everything i make and do i regret we broke everything i am swimming in us. but we never had anything more than you standing far away, and i alone

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