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I'm a hard person to love, but when I love, I love hard.
When I was a child I used to read pop up books Of fairy tales Always reading too fast Skipping to the happy ending I drew myself as the perfect princess Long hair and a big heart So ready to find a prince In silver paper armor That I didn't read into you Rather, skipping to a Less than happy Ending There were ***** of secrets That you gently folded over Like Mad magazine covers to hide Your little mistakes Folded neatly between our highlights But one flaw became a ribbon that I pulled And pulled Until the full picture was open A ruined page unable to be ripped from My spine No matter how hard I tried I've looked it over so many times It's memorized So every time you try to turn the page I see the words before my eyes Until all lines blur with tears Until I have to set us on a dusty old shelf And hope I can forget Where I left you
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Jan 2, 2016
Jan 2, 2016 at 11:25 PM UTC
The Story of Us
I left the stairwell Tears in my eyes Holding my red, raised cheek Like I'd held your hand Not so long ago Forced Like I didn't want to Like if I held it together Hard enough That would fix everything The paisley pattern of the carpet Printed on my knees In the same color as your hand On my face But the story you tell from that night Is much different from mine You got pats on the back And congratulations While I got whispers And stares And everyone thinks of me as The Hotel ***** When really I'm your One Who Got Away
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Aug 12, 2015
Aug 12, 2015 at 9:43 AM UTC
Hotel *****
Ace is a waterfall And I should never let you go first Two is you And you always pick me Three is me And I always drink up Four, floor And you're always last Five, guys And I smile as you drink Six, chicks And you laugh Seven, heaven And I'm never as close as you Eight, date And you're always mine Nine, rhyme And I take your favorites Ten, categories And you pick cars Jack is Never Have I Ever And I know how to get you Queen, questions And you know I always lose King makes the rules And on my numb lips I only taste stale Natty Instead of sweet words To make you love me forever But then If it was a rule It wouldn't be real Just forced Like my laughter At your friends' jokes So I finish my beer Crush the can in my hand Like you with my heart And continue to play The game
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Jul 15, 2015
Jul 15, 2015 at 12:51 AM UTC
Kings
Demons hide in many forms they hide, masking as friends, Choosing targets, settling on me, wrapping me up in their plans. Leading me astray, down a path of destruction And just as quick they vanished Leaving me alone letting The world take punches trying to get a KO punch Knocking me down until I’m on my knees ready to Give in But God saw something in me be it pity, faith, hope, resilience I don’t know but he sent down into my life A Trio of Angels They saved me and banished the demons and gave me Hope I was lifted out from the hole was given strength to Get back out and battle back for my life. I feared no evil Or demons, ready to fight back and accomplish and to Never quit Most people are blessed to see an angel in their lives Once. An angel that got them back on track. I was blessed With a Trio of Angels they work in magical ways Always knowing how to fix the problems I’m dealing with Knowing how to save my soul before it was gone My life took a U-turn from where it was because of A Trio of Angels
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Jan 27, 2015
Jan 27, 2015 at 11:28 PM UTC
Trio of Angels
Just two years ago I’d race home from school Driving my little car too fast Around country curves To see if there was a thick envelope With my name on it From any of the Twenty something colleges I’d clicked on All I needed was one And that was my ticket out of My small hometown To freedom To a fresh start And that was all I’d ever wanted Was one fresh start Not one every weekend I wanted to start over once Find the love of my life Or at least the one of my college career And be done I didn’t want to have to worry any more For a while But every Monday morning I reach for my phone Hoping to see a name lit up On the screen Even if its asking for More ****** *** Or if the thong you found was mine At least its something That makes it feel Like I’m wanted
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Nov 16, 2014
Nov 16, 2014 at 12:03 PM UTC
Acceptance Letter
Man I swear she's just like tons of girls, she expects the free drinks I go to your room every weekend It's been this way for As long as I can remember And we hang out And play drinking games And I play "beertender" For the both of us Pulling almost cold Natty's Out of your alphabet patterned fridge And I fall more in love with you And I think you fall more in love with me And we take another sip *Drinking whiskey, she likes ***** strong* And your girlfriend hates me With you When you put your arm on my waist Or you pull me so close And then let one hand linger On my *** when you pull away Or rapping in each others' faces Or stealing your snapback Just to make you Steal it again And she can't stand when you push my hair Behind my ear To whisper song lyrics to me My clothing's on, we both did wrong, I gotta go that's what I told her And none of the Three of us Ever do anything To stop it
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Nov 9, 2014
Nov 9, 2014 at 2:14 AM UTC
Snapbacks and Tumblr Girls
I’ve been in love with you for months From the moment I met you My heart stopped But you were in love with someone else And our paths didn’t cross For months And I’d forgotten about you But one drunken night I ended up in your room And you kicked off your shoes And asked me to lay down On your pastel floral couch So with my cheek on your chest We talked and we talked For what felt like hours Then slowly You slipped your hand Just Under the bottom of my shirt I looked up at you And In the smoothest way possible You said “What up?” And started kissing me And my fingers tangled into your hair And your fingers spread wide Over my *** And pulled me closer to you And we couldn’t get enough In that moment You were everything Everything I’d ever wanted And needed And I couldn’t let you go You were my breath What kept me alive At least for that moment
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Oct 30, 2014
Oct 30, 2014 at 4:23 PM UTC
What up?
Spring Ahead Fall Behind Walking through the warm leaves I heard a couple Thank God For an extra hour of sleep But we just looked at each other With knowing smiles And headed back to your place And for that extra hour We drove in your car At 90 miles an hour With the windows down Blaring jazz music Cigarettes trailing smoke And orange embers Behind us And we sat on your couch And drank cheap beer Till everything was fuzzy And I couldn’t hear right And you kissed me when I turned your way Because you thought I wanted it And I just couldn’t tell what you said And you kissed me harder As you pulled down my skirt Clumsily Because you hadn’t done this in a while And our skin smelled like beer And nicotine And regrets And it was the most beautiful Imperfect Night of my life And when we heard the one o’clock church bells A second time You pulled back on Your ripped up jeans And I slipped my phone Under my bra strap And I left Closed your door Covered in chipping paint Years of frat boys' dreams Stripping off And I left And that was the end And that hour never existed
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Oct 30, 2014
Oct 30, 2014 at 12:41 PM UTC
An hour that didn't exist
And the rain is falling Making music off the roofs of the cars And we stand there In the steam rising from the Parking lot pavement Shadows made from Alarmed headlights First, still Then, quickly moving From two separate shapes To one jumble of limbs The two of us becoming indistinguishable As I can’t hold you close enough to me And after so long waiting I don't mind My tears mixing With the rain Making our first open-mouthed kiss Wet and messy And you tangle your fingers Into my waterlogged curls
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Oct 13, 2014
Oct 13, 2014 at 2:27 AM UTC
Sloppy kisses
My door squeaks open At 5 am sharp And you swear as it clicks shut Because you’re always afraid Someone will notice you But it’s off your mind Like my clothes come off me This is an old routine now Just steps we follow Actions we take Without meaning Just something we’ve always done And always will do And we whisper fake Unholy phrases In time with the beating Of your gold crucifix Against your pale chest And when we’re done You slip back on your black skinny jeans And tuck your necklace in your shirt And head home to shower before church
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Oct 7, 2014
Oct 7, 2014 at 1:14 AM UTC
*** then church