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A GiftRose petals blanket the ground / Sterling silver lullaby / My ears bleed
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Jun 26, 2010
A Morning Of HopesThe carpet squishes between my toes. / Your shirt is smooth against my skin as I pace. / The sheets are in a tangle around your legs,
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Jun 26, 2010
An Open Letter To People Like MeYou are not your body. / You are not your scars. / You are not your relapses or wide-eyed fears.
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Feb 7, 2013
BorderlineI love you. / I hate you. / Leave.
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Feb 4, 2013
CrossroadsI've learned a lot of things in my life. / Now, I haven't lived a long time, but I've gained a lot, all the same. / Sure, I've learned things like math and how to use my grammar properly,
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Jul 26, 2011
FingerprintsThe night I met you, you put your hand to my chest. / I sunk to the bottom of this hole, / And alone in the dark, I pulled myself apart,
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Jul 29, 2013
FingertipsThere are fingers tangled in my hair, pulling, grasping. / I breathe, the fingers have moved to my throat, pressing. / Skin on skin; heavy, weighted breaths.
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Mar 2, 2013
Habits.I am a mess of habits, scooped with shaking hands like rusted pennies. / I breathe more nicotine than I do oxygen. / I bite my nails like that is the only way I can keep from clawing my skin off my bones.
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Oct 6, 2013
HonestyI could say you were like the sun peeking from behind the clouds, / After weeks and weeks of rain. / I could say you were like a life preserver,
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Jul 11, 2010
Letters to the BruisesIf I could say anything to who I was as a teenager, it was to maintain a safe amount of careful skepticism. / When you fall for that boy, pay careful attention to the way his parents are behind closed doors. / You will not be surprised when he tries to keep you for himself and not even your mother may have you.
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Jul 29, 2013
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