snoo - Hello Poetry

I have my dad's frown lines on my forehead but I've never seen him cry. I hear my mother weep for the days gone by wails in the bathroom echo on the hollow walls the house they built together He said it's over I replied, "Alright" as if it would ever be alright again as if I'd ever figure out how to trust a man Last night I dreamt of Dad showing Mom his new house watched them like old friends I woke up and laughed wishful thinking frown lines

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Feb 24, 2016

Feb 24, 2016 at 4:04 AM UTC

Frown Lines

I have my dad's frown lines on my forehead but I've never seen him cry. I hear my mother weep for the days gone by wails in the bathroom echo on the hollow walls the house they built together He said it's over I replied, "Alright" as if it would ever be alright again as if I'd ever figure out how to trust a man Last night I dreamt of Dad showing Mom his new house watched them like old friends I woke up and laughed wishful thinking frown lines

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If I had to will my heart to beat it would have stopped.

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Mar 18, 2015

Mar 18, 2015 at 8:19 PM UTC

Tired

If I had to will my heart to beat it would have stopped.

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I don't like him as much as he likes me, but it's comfortable and I haven't had that in so long. It's been years and he's loved me since he met me. I've always known but would never admit it. The first time he kissed me he said, "I have wanted to do that for so long!" and I hailed a cab alone. I sleep in his bed on Wednesdays and Saturdays, but we act like it's not routine. I still haven't invited him to my house. He hasn't met my best friend. I talk about her all the time, but I never mention him. I wonder what his friends know about me. If they tell him to leave me. I skipped his birthday and he wasn't mad. He can't help but kiss my head, my back, my ears, my toes, my... He's patient. I met his family when we were friends. He always smells my hair and cooks me dinner. I miss him most when I'm on the train. He remembers all my stories that no one ever listens to. He wants to keep me warm--my hands, my feet, even though they rarely are, and I barely notice. Except when my feet are touching his and I don't want to turn his warmth into my cold. I have poor circulation. And isn't that how it's always been? Poor circulation. His warmth, my cold.

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Feb 11, 2015

Feb 11, 2015 at 4:42 AM UTC

Poor Circulation

I don't like him as much as he likes me, but it's comfortable and I haven't had that in so long. It's been years and he's loved me since he met me. I've always known but would never admit it. The first time he kissed me he said, "I have wanted to do that for so long!" and I hailed a cab alone. I sleep in his bed on Wednesdays and Saturdays, but we act like it's not routine. I still haven't invited him to my house. He hasn't met my best friend. I talk about her all the time, but I never mention him. I wonder what his friends know about me. If they tell him to leave me. I skipped his birthday and he wasn't mad. He can't help but kiss my head, my back, my ears, my toes, my... He's patient. I met his family when we were friends. He always smells my hair and cooks me dinner. I miss him most when I'm on the train. He remembers all my stories that no one ever listens to. He wants to keep me warm--my hands, my feet, even though they rarely are, and I barely notice. Except when my feet are touching his and I don't want to turn his warmth into my cold. I have poor circulation. And isn't that how it's always been? Poor circulation. His warmth, my cold.

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Wait! You knew me when I went crazy. Come back. Haven't you heard? I'm me again.

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Feb 4, 2015

Feb 4, 2015 at 9:34 PM UTC

Untitled

Wait! You knew me when I went crazy. Come back. Haven't you heard? I'm me again.

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Dreamt of driving down that old back road in summertime looked like a country song I smell the warm air I said, "This looks just like home." Insisted, "This is just like home." Even in my dreams I know I need to come home.

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Jan 21, 2015

Jan 21, 2015 at 2:05 AM UTC

Back Road

Dreamt of driving down that old back road in summertime looked like a country song I smell the warm air I said, "This looks just like home." Insisted, "This is just like home." Even in my dreams I know I need to come home.

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Dementia took Grandma's mind She complimented my pie And she didn't even have to.

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Jan 21, 2015

Jan 21, 2015 at 2:02 AM UTC

Dementia

Dementia took Grandma's mind She complimented my pie And she didn't even have to.

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There were no pictures by the tree A moment in time we don't want to see Grandma leaving us slowly We all miss Katie.

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Jan 21, 2015

Jan 21, 2015 at 1:57 AM UTC

Christmas 2014

There were no pictures by the tree A moment in time we don't want to see Grandma leaving us slowly We all miss Katie.

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My hands began to look so old Connected to this soul.

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Jan 21, 2015

Jan 21, 2015 at 1:51 AM UTC

Hands (10w)

My hands began to look so old Connected to this soul.

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Walking on an iced over lake I looked into your eyes each word a crack ready to fall through submerged in those icy blues the tide keeps pulling me back to you.

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Jan 21, 2015

Jan 21, 2015 at 1:51 AM UTC

Lake Michigan

Walking on an iced over lake I looked into your eyes each word a crack ready to fall through submerged in those icy blues the tide keeps pulling me back to you.

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I saw a necklace I thought you'd like. I still like the sound of your name even though it hurts to say. I never liked it on anyone but you. The healing bracelet you gave me has been in my jewelry box for 13 months. I wore it every day for more than a year I haven't seen or spoken to you since Marie's birthday September 9th I wonder if losing you was part of my healing or yours. Do you still dance to Florence & the Machine? Do you still tell our stories? Remember Stab Wound Guy and the time we took videos of each other throwing up in the same weekend and it wasn't revealed until brunch the next day? Or the cab driver that said "I Don't Want to Miss a Thing" is the most romantic song? What do you tell our friends when they ask where I've been? I can't forgive you for saying I would have been ***** even if I hadn't come to Chicago. I can't forgive you for saying you needed me. You held me crying on your bathroom floor. Do you know I got a cat? When was the last time you saw your sister? I was never more honest than when I was with you. Secrets in stairwells. I don't look at our pictures. I dreamt I saw you and you looked away. I only speak about you gently. I still think about you daily. You are one of three things I wouldn't change about my time in Chicago. You taught me how to eat an artichoke and how to survive. Just so you know, I'm okay. I wish you could see me smile now. I still wish I knew how to thank you or if you know I'm sorry. What do you remember about me?

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Jan 20, 2015

Jan 20, 2015 at 3:42 AM UTC

Artichokes Remind Me of You

I saw a necklace I thought you'd like. I still like the sound of your name even though it hurts to say. I never liked it on anyone but you. The healing bracelet you gave me has been in my jewelry box for 13 months. I wore it every day for more than a year I haven't seen or spoken to you since Marie's birthday September 9th I wonder if losing you was part of my healing or yours. Do you still dance to Florence & the Machine? Do you still tell our stories? Remember Stab Wound Guy and the time we took videos of each other throwing up in the same weekend and it wasn't revealed until brunch the next day? Or the cab driver that said "I Don't Want to Miss a Thing" is the most romantic song? What do you tell our friends when they ask where I've been? I can't forgive you for saying I would have been ***** even if I hadn't come to Chicago. I can't forgive you for saying you needed me. You held me crying on your bathroom floor. Do you know I got a cat? When was the last time you saw your sister? I was never more honest than when I was with you. Secrets in stairwells. I don't look at our pictures. I dreamt I saw you and you looked away. I only speak about you gently. I still think about you daily. You are one of three things I wouldn't change about my time in Chicago. You taught me how to eat an artichoke and how to survive. Just so you know, I'm okay. I wish you could see me smile now. I still wish I knew how to thank you or if you know I'm sorry. What do you remember about me?

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