jackonary - Hello Poetry

Would it hurt you if I ****** a "Brittany"? Would it hurt you more If you knew it's killing me. after five months My eyes are still burning It took me one month to sleep in your bed again And ever since then, I've wondered if it's too soon. She's laying on you and in your sheets I can't get her ******* scent out of my mind. You must've liked her? She's been here more than once.

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Aug 4, 2014

Aug 4, 2014 at 3:26 AM UTC

Her

Would it hurt you if I ****** a "Brittany"? Would it hurt you more If you knew it's killing me. after five months My eyes are still burning It took me one month to sleep in your bed again And ever since then, I've wondered if it's too soon. She's laying on you and in your sheets I can't get her ******* scent out of my mind. You must've liked her? She's been here more than once.

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I can still feel her through you. I hope you know she's in the back of my mind, shelved on my earlobes. I cannot let her go. And I wonder Are her fingers still wrapped around your **** Because no matter how many flowers you give me She's there in my ribs. I can't force new growth with her twisted wrists intertwining my bones. Locked into her breaths, I am choking on confusion. And now you want to say she had feelings too? She's a good person, too? **** You. Her name is as generic as her type. I cannot let her go.

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Aug 4, 2014

Aug 4, 2014 at 3:11 AM UTC

Brittany

I can still feel her through you. I hope you know she's in the back of my mind, shelved on my earlobes. I cannot let her go. And I wonder Are her fingers still wrapped around your **** Because no matter how many flowers you give me She's there in my ribs. I can't force new growth with her twisted wrists intertwining my bones. Locked into her breaths, I am choking on confusion. And now you want to say she had feelings too? She's a good person, too? **** You. Her name is as generic as her type. I cannot let her go.

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I'm not sure why I cried, weeping for what I thought were missed July's. You sat across from me The second time I tried to break up with you. It wasn't enough till the third. You had consumed me whole and I couldn't look at myself in you any more, I am sorry I should have done it sooner. I am sure you felt his laugh in me and heard the way I said his name The fingerprints on my tongue were never yours dusted tip to tip I am sure you tasted his spit. I am so sorry I should have done it sooner When I came to pick up my life from your clutches of the back room You taped a note on the mirror that said Be happy It wasn't intended for me. And for the first time in two years I felt a crack in my heart for you I realized I still had your smile I didn't mean to keep your senses They must have jumped in my pockets when I left And no matter how many times you wash your clothes I know my scent is in every shirt Every thread My lungs are still gasping in your curtains Burning holes quicker than the sun You should have opened them You should have felt me free I left you in the rubble of empty promises and resurrected guilt I am so sorry. I should have done it sooner.

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Jul 22, 2014

Jul 22, 2014 at 1:32 AM UTC

I'm still happy I broke up with you

I'm not sure why I cried, weeping for what I thought were missed July's. You sat across from me The second time I tried to break up with you. It wasn't enough till the third. You had consumed me whole and I couldn't look at myself in you any more, I am sorry I should have done it sooner. I am sure you felt his laugh in me and heard the way I said his name The fingerprints on my tongue were never yours dusted tip to tip I am sure you tasted his spit. I am so sorry I should have done it sooner When I came to pick up my life from your clutches of the back room You taped a note on the mirror that said Be happy It wasn't intended for me. And for the first time in two years I felt a crack in my heart for you I realized I still had your smile I didn't mean to keep your senses They must have jumped in my pockets when I left And no matter how many times you wash your clothes I know my scent is in every shirt Every thread My lungs are still gasping in your curtains Burning holes quicker than the sun You should have opened them You should have felt me free I left you in the rubble of empty promises and resurrected guilt I am so sorry. I should have done it sooner.

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You told me there were alligators in your closet Giant razor tooth beasts Because I couldn't keep my back straight and my legs still Restless little girl relentlessly you tapped my right shoulder. I marked my place on your window shelf a music box for every year you lifted me through failure. I have been a nervous waste since before my hands could reach a 7th chord you stretched me out laid me flat week by week filled my weaknesses with stumbled melodies... I never tried hard enough for you. When I knew you were on your last bed I played Solfeggietto for the first time in 2 years But I couldn't drown my fear to go see you. I didn't say goodbye and I haven't played. You were a dream an angel Ann if I believed in God. But I hope you're in heaven from the pits of my fingertips I hope you're in heaven. Ten years you coached my hands into harmonies across your own keys I never said goodbye. Ann, I never said goodbye.

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Jul 20, 2014

Jul 20, 2014 at 11:56 PM UTC

Ann

You told me there were alligators in your closet Giant razor tooth beasts Because I couldn't keep my back straight and my legs still Restless little girl relentlessly you tapped my right shoulder. I marked my place on your window shelf a music box for every year you lifted me through failure. I have been a nervous waste since before my hands could reach a 7th chord you stretched me out laid me flat week by week filled my weaknesses with stumbled melodies... I never tried hard enough for you. When I knew you were on your last bed I played Solfeggietto for the first time in 2 years But I couldn't drown my fear to go see you. I didn't say goodbye and I haven't played. You were a dream an angel Ann if I believed in God. But I hope you're in heaven from the pits of my fingertips I hope you're in heaven. Ten years you coached my hands into harmonies across your own keys I never said goodbye. Ann, I never said goodbye.

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You told me there were alligators in your closet Giant razor tooth beasts Because I couldn't keep my back straight and my legs still italicRestless little girlitalic relentlessly you tapped my right shoulder. I marked my place on your window shelf a music box for every year you lifted me through failure. I have been a nervous waste since before my hands could reach a 7th chord you stretched me out week by week letting me fill my weaknesses with stumbled melodies... I never tried hard enough for you. When I knew you were on your last bed I played Solfeggietto for the first time in 2 years But I couldn't drown my fear to go see you. I didn't say goodbye and I haven't played. You were a dream an angel Ann if I believed in God. But I hope you're in heaven from the pits of my fingertips I hope you're in heaven. Ten years you coached my hands into harmonies across your own keys I never said goodbye. Ann, I never said goodbye.

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Jul 20, 2014

Jul 20, 2014 at 11:55 PM UTC

Untitled

You told me there were alligators in your closet Giant razor tooth beasts Because I couldn't keep my back straight and my legs still italicRestless little girlitalic relentlessly you tapped my right shoulder. I marked my place on your window shelf a music box for every year you lifted me through failure. I have been a nervous waste since before my hands could reach a 7th chord you stretched me out week by week letting me fill my weaknesses with stumbled melodies... I never tried hard enough for you. When I knew you were on your last bed I played Solfeggietto for the first time in 2 years But I couldn't drown my fear to go see you. I didn't say goodbye and I haven't played. You were a dream an angel Ann if I believed in God. But I hope you're in heaven from the pits of my fingertips I hope you're in heaven. Ten years you coached my hands into harmonies across your own keys I never said goodbye. Ann, I never said goodbye.

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I realize now I made you optional Not required Sweep my heart for fingerprints and yours never left a trace I lied when I told you I love you But I feel you in the pit of my gut Wrenching Every time you see my face my eyes in your reflection. I'm sorry that I never gave you a choice And I wish I had written your name on the list But truthfully I never did

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Jul 20, 2014

Jul 20, 2014 at 11:38 PM UTC

Untitled

I realize now I made you optional Not required Sweep my heart for fingerprints and yours never left a trace I lied when I told you I love you But I feel you in the pit of my gut Wrenching Every time you see my face my eyes in your reflection. I'm sorry that I never gave you a choice And I wish I had written your name on the list But truthfully I never did

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Darling.. Darling.. I’ve got some nerve. I know I’m not fair. I’ve chased my head to another room, I’ve lost it so many times.

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Jun 29, 2014

Jun 29, 2014 at 1:54 AM UTC

Nervous

Darling.. Darling.. I’ve got some nerve. I know I’m not fair. I’ve chased my head to another room, I’ve lost it so many times.

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I wrote about Z yesterday and the day before and times before that because as of recently You have peeled back wallpaper dismantled my studio drilled holes through walls and I can only hear his echoes louder now. So if he was my best ******* friend and you're my best ******* friend then what the hell is the difference? He ripped my throat out with his crotch he thrusted my finger so far down his eyes I can't possibly see what's in front of me I think I lost the ring there I think I lost the finger there. You told me you cheated on your ex 14 times 14 different girls, at least. He did it once. Now tell me, how the hell are you different? Different always hurts. Different always stays the same.

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Jun 5, 2014

Jun 5, 2014 at 2:23 AM UTC

14 Girls

I wrote about Z yesterday and the day before and times before that because as of recently You have peeled back wallpaper dismantled my studio drilled holes through walls and I can only hear his echoes louder now. So if he was my best ******* friend and you're my best ******* friend then what the hell is the difference? He ripped my throat out with his crotch he thrusted my finger so far down his eyes I can't possibly see what's in front of me I think I lost the ring there I think I lost the finger there. You told me you cheated on your ex 14 times 14 different girls, at least. He did it once. Now tell me, how the hell are you different? Different always hurts. Different always stays the same.

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I guess the problem isn't really a problem But an invite would have been nice A word would have been nice- Not that sympathy feel bad for me ******** (Invite me want me need me) You know what? ******* leave.

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Jun 5, 2014

Jun 5, 2014 at 12:36 AM UTC

(Optional)

I guess the problem isn't really a problem But an invite would have been nice A word would have been nice- Not that sympathy feel bad for me ******** (Invite me want me need me) You know what? ******* leave.

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Nearly 6 years Nearly 6 years I can feel you in my gut crawling up my throat Your hands never left my neck and I have to ***** the spaces between my fingers to be sure I still have feeling there. When one person ruins you, what shatters the most is knowing you didn't have a similar impact on them. Strange, I didn't affect you.

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Jun 2, 2014

Jun 2, 2014 at 12:55 AM UTC

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Nearly 6 years Nearly 6 years I can feel you in my gut crawling up my throat Your hands never left my neck and I have to ***** the spaces between my fingers to be sure I still have feeling there. When one person ruins you, what shatters the most is knowing you didn't have a similar impact on them. Strange, I didn't affect you.

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