prosebits - Hello Poetry

And I'd rather make sense than still be with you again. Only time can be a prophet, & it sees all in the end. Yes I'd rather pretend than be a shadow once again. I won't volunteer my heart when finally it's mine to lend.

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May 18, 2013

May 18, 2013 at 1:01 PM UTC

Hourglass.

And I'd rather make sense than still be with you again. Only time can be a prophet, & it sees all in the end. Yes I'd rather pretend than be a shadow once again. I won't volunteer my heart when finally it's mine to lend.

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Dear Him, My name is, wouldn’t you like to know? Wouldn’t you like to see what I see every day? You’re fragile and simple and just pink, raw humanity all rolled into this shape, this form, this line of your jaw. I want to fix you. Just don’t let me down. Don’t let me think that this will be over, because I can’t stick up for you all of the time. I’m moving on to greener grasses. I’m done with these half empty glasses. Does it matter that I’m hurt when your lying broken on the floor? I want to fix you. I want to pull the gray that’s shading your life and twist it round my finger. I want you to know, and to remember that this isn’t who you are. Life is a process of becoming, and we need to figure out who we want to turn into. Don’t turn into one of the bad guys. My heart breaks every time. Every time. And I won’t let it break again. I will fix you.

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May 18, 2013

May 18, 2013 at 12:56 PM UTC

From a 4 year old journal:

Dear Him, My name is, wouldn’t you like to know? Wouldn’t you like to see what I see every day? You’re fragile and simple and just pink, raw humanity all rolled into this shape, this form, this line of your jaw. I want to fix you. Just don’t let me down. Don’t let me think that this will be over, because I can’t stick up for you all of the time. I’m moving on to greener grasses. I’m done with these half empty glasses. Does it matter that I’m hurt when your lying broken on the floor? I want to fix you. I want to pull the gray that’s shading your life and twist it round my finger. I want you to know, and to remember that this isn’t who you are. Life is a process of becoming, and we need to figure out who we want to turn into. Don’t turn into one of the bad guys. My heart breaks every time. Every time. And I won’t let it break again. I will fix you.

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Like watercolor paintings our sadness pooled at our edges, deepening our pigment, staining every move. And I turned into you like something tragic, something broken- voicing apologies, but with sweet security you traced a finger to my lips and kissed them speechless. So we melded together, twisting like ribbons ‘round our limbs, every exhale his inhale, every arch of my back supported by gentle hands, fingers curling into skin. He stole my breath, leaving crimson bruises in the curve of my neck. Then suddenly I ended and he began. Vaguely aware of my nails along his spine, I couldn’t tell which heartbeat was mine anymore. No space between us, just skin on skin on skin on skin ‘til the blur of motion was just waves on the ocean that was us. No more soft spoken sighs, names whispered into the night- down to bare raw syllables, kissing shoulders, enveloped in his arms- I felt connection I’d never known before. Something pure, something more. Last night our hurt became the glue that bound us to each other. And I’ll never forget such love.

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May 18, 2013

May 18, 2013 at 12:54 PM UTC

Last night.

Like watercolor paintings our sadness pooled at our edges, deepening our pigment, staining every move. And I turned into you like something tragic, something broken- voicing apologies, but with sweet security you traced a finger to my lips and kissed them speechless. So we melded together, twisting like ribbons ‘round our limbs, every exhale his inhale, every arch of my back supported by gentle hands, fingers curling into skin. He stole my breath, leaving crimson bruises in the curve of my neck. Then suddenly I ended and he began. Vaguely aware of my nails along his spine, I couldn’t tell which heartbeat was mine anymore. No space between us, just skin on skin on skin on skin ‘til the blur of motion was just waves on the ocean that was us. No more soft spoken sighs, names whispered into the night- down to bare raw syllables, kissing shoulders, enveloped in his arms- I felt connection I’d never known before. Something pure, something more. Last night our hurt became the glue that bound us to each other. And I’ll never forget such love.

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I love how your laughter surprises your eyes. As if they were so used to broken syllables, they think laughs are heartache in disguise. And I love how your hands fit so softly in mine. How they tighten like they're worried I'm not what's advertised. You're worth those smiles.

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May 6, 2013

May 6, 2013 at 5:47 PM UTC

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I love how your laughter surprises your eyes. As if they were so used to broken syllables, they think laughs are heartache in disguise. And I love how your hands fit so softly in mine. How they tighten like they're worried I'm not what's advertised. You're worth those smiles.

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I am bleeding blossoms of virility- thorns are sprouting from my chest. I'm trying hard to feel security. Trying harder not to guess. It's always a second chance with me.

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May 1, 2013

May 1, 2013 at 3:02 PM UTC

springhim.

I am bleeding blossoms of virility- thorns are sprouting from my chest. I'm trying hard to feel security. Trying harder not to guess. It's always a second chance with me.

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*I am a gasp of breath, drifting on the winds of change breezing through your window.*

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Apr 26, 2013

Apr 26, 2013 at 12:39 AM UTC

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*I am a gasp of breath, drifting on the winds of change breezing through your window.*

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But I just want to know why you’re so old, so cold, so bone-chillingly alone out here. You’re my Sky. And I just don’t understand where Mami is where daddy with the big hat could be while you shiver and shake I can’t take you back there with me. You’re my Sky. So we huddle under stars while the cars they drive they’re faster than your heartbeat it’s slowing let’s play a game while we shiver and shake I can’t take you back there with me. You’re my Sky. We wait.

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Apr 23, 2013

Apr 23, 2013 at 7:53 PM UTC

Worcester III

But I just want to know why you’re so old, so cold, so bone-chillingly alone out here. You’re my Sky. And I just don’t understand where Mami is where daddy with the big hat could be while you shiver and shake I can’t take you back there with me. You’re my Sky. So we huddle under stars while the cars they drive they’re faster than your heartbeat it’s slowing let’s play a game while we shiver and shake I can’t take you back there with me. You’re my Sky. We wait.

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The sky presses down on us, this town, this dump, this place where down is up. Where up is out, where swinging at night is the only way to doubt you’re dying. And it’s carried me this far- I wear this town like an old scar- It’s been hard. But I’m not dying anymore, I’m flying out this door- I’m moving, I’m living, I’m out.

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Apr 23, 2013

Apr 23, 2013 at 7:52 PM UTC

Worcester II

The sky presses down on us, this town, this dump, this place where down is up. Where up is out, where swinging at night is the only way to doubt you’re dying. And it’s carried me this far- I wear this town like an old scar- It’s been hard. But I’m not dying anymore, I’m flying out this door- I’m moving, I’m living, I’m out.

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You’re kind of a mess girl. All jumbled up, all pulling at your hair, can you remember Sun anymore? And you’re kind of a wreck the way you shake from side to side like someone’s rocking your insides, like something’s scared behind your eyes- I know you’re hurting, I know the signs, but smoke before fire every time Just let me save you.

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Apr 23, 2013

Apr 23, 2013 at 7:52 PM UTC

Worcester I

You’re kind of a mess girl. All jumbled up, all pulling at your hair, can you remember Sun anymore? And you’re kind of a wreck the way you shake from side to side like someone’s rocking your insides, like something’s scared behind your eyes- I know you’re hurting, I know the signs, but smoke before fire every time Just let me save you.

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Everything’s lost it’s color, Mands, everything’s going grey. I don’t know where all the pigment went- It’s all just faded away. And I don’t know why I can’t picture the Sky- I’ve forgotten the shape of clouds. Please help me, friend, please show me the way. Coz I just don’t know how.

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Apr 23, 2013

Apr 23, 2013 at 7:51 PM UTC

She said,

Everything’s lost it’s color, Mands, everything’s going grey. I don’t know where all the pigment went- It’s all just faded away. And I don’t know why I can’t picture the Sky- I’ve forgotten the shape of clouds. Please help me, friend, please show me the way. Coz I just don’t know how.

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