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paige-wood
Utah
I keep finding bullets stuck between my teeth The same ones you bought the day you decided the ceiling would look better covered in blood. Maybe that’s why everything I say sounds like it’s is trying to **** me. But what do you do when you stand in front of a mirror with a gun to your head and your reflection smiles back at you? What do you do When you stand in the middle of a busy road And every driver is a different version of yourself you’ve tried to **** Every version of yourself No one could love. My mother used to get in fist fights with the mirror and expect to win She says I look just like her Maybe that’s why I wake up and can’t recognize who I am. I checked the obituaries this morning Trying to find myself again It’s a habit I picked up from you But I never thought your name would end up there before mine. Sometimes I imagine what death feels like Sometimes I imagine kissing you instead By now it feels like I’m imagining the same thing. Someone once told me that begging you to come home Isn’t the same as praying Maybe that’s why God stopped listening and started smashing the windows of every place I thought we could be happy in. Your smile looked a lot like the light at the end of the tunnel Right before the train hits you. I used to squint my eyes when I looked at you Like I was looking at the sun Or a car accident I wanted to be part of I’m sorry I ever thought you could be anything ugly to me You were the only beautiful thing in this hideous place. I couldn't look at you clearly, because I knew I would see my own face staring back at me and your eyes were the only place I never wanted to be dead inside of. You can only break your knuckles so many times Before you cant hold yourself together anymore. My hands haven’t stopped shaking since you left I don’t know how to tell them you’re not coming back. See, I used to say I never wanted to end up like my father Now I have to say I never want to end up like you, Which means I can’t leave without saying goodbye But I tried to write my eulogy last night And realized it's hard to write about someone I never knew.
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Sep 23, 2016
Sep 23, 2016 at 3:01 PM UTC
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I keep finding bullets stuck between my teeth The same ones you bought the day you decided the ceiling would look better covered in blood. Maybe that’s why everything I say sounds like it’s is trying to **** me. But what do you do when you stand in front of a mirror with a gun to your head and your reflection smiles back at you? What do you do When you stand in the middle of a busy road And every driver is a different version of yourself you’ve tried to **** Every version of yourself No one could love. My mother used to get in fist fights with the mirror and expect to win She says I look just like her Maybe that’s why I wake up and can’t recognize who I am. I checked the obituaries this morning Trying to find myself again It’s a habit I picked up from you But I never thought your name would end up there before mine. Sometimes I imagine what death feels like Sometimes I imagine kissing you instead By now it feels like I’m imagining the same thing. Someone once told me that begging you to come home Isn’t the same as praying Maybe that’s why God stopped listening and started smashing the windows of every place I thought we could be happy in. Your smile looked a lot like the light at the end of the tunnel Right before the train hits you. I used to squint my eyes when I looked at you Like I was looking at the sun Or a car accident I wanted to be part of I’m sorry I ever thought you could be anything ugly to me You were the only beautiful thing in this hideous place. I couldn't look at you clearly, because I knew I would see my own face staring back at me and your eyes were the only place I never wanted to be dead inside of. You can only break your knuckles so many times Before you cant hold yourself together anymore. My hands haven’t stopped shaking since you left I don’t know how to tell them you’re not coming back. See, I used to say I never wanted to end up like my father Now I have to say I never want to end up like you, Which means I can’t leave without saying goodbye But I tried to write my eulogy last night And realized it's hard to write about someone I never knew.
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This twisted existence is beginning to push my limits. I've had enough of life I only strive to see it finished. No matter how I try the timeline won't diminish; I guess I'm meant to stick around for more than just a minute. It sickens me to watch as old friends depart the earth, As I'm left to sit and ponder on life and what it's worth. It's hard to carry onward with this never ending search, while other men just wander in apparent ceaseless mirth.
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Jun 5, 2015
Jun 5, 2015 at 11:53 PM UTC
Drunken Ramblings XXXVIII
no ones gonna warn you about him so let me. he's gonna smile at you and you're gonna feel every cell in your body push to the surface of your skin. he's gonna hold you by the nape of your neck and kiss you until your lips are tingly and your hands are shaking so bad you think they're gonna fall right off. he'll take you out for long midnight drives and tell you stories about his childhood and you're gonna swear you can hear bells ringing when he glances at you. he's gonna make you laugh so hard you'll drown in happiness and you'll know you don't wanna feel this way about anyone else ever again. because he's the one you want to fall asleep next to and wake up next to every morning. but the's the one who will stop replying to your messages and you're gonna be crushed. he's gonna look at you but his eyes won't sparkle and his smile wont turn you're heart into jello and you're gonna wrap yourself up in his sweatshirt at night and cry because you just want to hold him.
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Jun 4, 2015
Jun 4, 2015 at 12:17 AM UTC
warn me next time
set me on fire go ahead lit the match soak me in gasoline and watch me burn like the sun watch as my hair turns black my skin turns a darker shade of golden brown watch as my eyes turn into swirling pools of chocolate listen to the way I scream the agonizing burning of my flesh the searing of my blood and somehow i've never felt so alive so set me on fire go ahead light the match watch me burn knowing, that the day I died was the day I lived.
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Jun 4, 2015
Jun 4, 2015 at 12:02 AM UTC
light the match
I don't know what is wrong It is something that I shouldn't have but I came along I promised 'd smile forever but i have to ask, cry me a river?
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Jun 3, 2015
Jun 3, 2015 at 11:56 PM UTC
cry me a river