prettieststar - Hello Poetry

I can't deal with you if you're so limp that I can feel the burn it makes when I look at you. I say it over and over and over and over, "You're allowed to start things," and "You can have an opinion." If you'd like to be a loose feather, submissive to every sway of god's breath, keep being so ******* easy to walk on. There was a time when I ached to know your thoughts so I could love you. I laugh at how ridiculous that would be. I can't love someone who can't fight.

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Nov 30, 2014

Nov 30, 2014 at 9:03 PM UTC

freewrite: anger

I can't deal with you if you're so limp that I can feel the burn it makes when I look at you. I say it over and over and over and over, "You're allowed to start things," and "You can have an opinion." If you'd like to be a loose feather, submissive to every sway of god's breath, keep being so ******* easy to walk on. There was a time when I ached to know your thoughts so I could love you. I laugh at how ridiculous that would be. I can't love someone who can't fight.

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I. not daily yet tucked in safely, i'll think of your thin hands tarnished by the gleam of something that isn't mine i know sometimes you wish it's scent were my skin of my thoughts of my irking admiration a badge; one you'll never wear 'cause you ****** it up, buddy i hope her gawking mouth makes you feel adequate that you're safe. deluded her touch is the one that saves you and makes you feel complete

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Nov 30, 2014

Nov 30, 2014 at 8:48 PM UTC

typing in the hay

I. not daily yet tucked in safely, i'll think of your thin hands tarnished by the gleam of something that isn't mine i know sometimes you wish it's scent were my skin of my thoughts of my irking admiration a badge; one you'll never wear 'cause you ****** it up, buddy i hope her gawking mouth makes you feel adequate that you're safe. deluded her touch is the one that saves you and makes you feel complete

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the numbness in my hands is almost made up for by the clean, frosted air it's now that i think of you maybe tracing your skin uneven with the chill. or my touch. i don't mind that your hands are warm somewhere else you're mine where it counts

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Nov 30, 2014

Nov 30, 2014 at 8:46 PM UTC

fantasy under the stars, in fall

the numbness in my hands is almost made up for by the clean, frosted air it's now that i think of you maybe tracing your skin uneven with the chill. or my touch. i don't mind that your hands are warm somewhere else you're mine where it counts

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it wasnt real the words i felt then are still with me parasitic reminders screaming over and over i didnt matter

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Nov 30, 2014

Nov 30, 2014 at 8:44 PM UTC

to her, a day before she died

it wasnt real the words i felt then are still with me parasitic reminders screaming over and over i didnt matter

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i like the way you move absorbing discarded sunbeams like the universe can't help but acknowledge you above your grin, there's ferocious, burning, terrified intent the sparkle in your eyes

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Nov 30, 2014

Nov 30, 2014 at 8:42 PM UTC

for N

i like the way you move absorbing discarded sunbeams like the universe can't help but acknowledge you above your grin, there's ferocious, burning, terrified intent the sparkle in your eyes

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since you told me what you think about death, the smell of apples, and god i want your unevenly trimmed nails to brush the back of my neck as you scream secrets without words i want you to read me understand without thinking we could move together; if i were strong, and if i could show you, you would see that i pretend a gentle rhythm possess a rough soul i don't know yet what you hide

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Nov 30, 2014

Nov 30, 2014 at 8:38 PM UTC

for A

since you told me what you think about death, the smell of apples, and god i want your unevenly trimmed nails to brush the back of my neck as you scream secrets without words i want you to read me understand without thinking we could move together; if i were strong, and if i could show you, you would see that i pretend a gentle rhythm possess a rough soul i don't know yet what you hide

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