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it’s been so long since i have seen you we fill the awkward spaces of silence with random talk or mean stabs, and old memories, or inside jokes we have forged into our deep memory. your promises are honey to ears. they soothe and fill every crack i’ve had on my skin, on my heart every surface is yearning for your touch like a firework needing the lighter i cannot control myself around you you make me an utter chaos of lip biting of face scratching, of leg bouncing, of nail biting, of fidgeting with my earring and then you leave so abruptly there i am, in my bed protected by a wall of pillows to block out all of the world blocking out every knock on my door or stomach growl wanting one thing in the world will not make it come true wishful thinking will be the death of me and so i lay here in my fortress of sheets to die with the thought of you coming through the door on replay. i crave your voice right now telling me everything will work out just say it, baby. just tell me once. should not i be ready to let go of you ready to be the independent fire my friends know me as ready to stop hating myself to the core for not living out what i believe in ready to stop knowing myself as only a hypocrite. this hurts because i am constantly stuck in the middle of the push and the pull my arms and legs going in different directions my head and my heart at war but the rest of me stays stagnant watching, waiting, listening. sitting on a step and people watching watching faces i do not recognize or wish to know walk past hoping i’ll catch a glimpse of you in one or hoping you’ll pass by and notice me so i stay here. i will stay and i will wait forever for you.
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Jan 12, 2020
Jan 12, 2020 at 11:04 PM UTC
come to me
it’s been so long since i have seen you we fill the awkward spaces of silence with random talk or mean stabs, and old memories, or inside jokes we have forged into our deep memory. your promises are honey to ears. they soothe and fill every crack i’ve had on my skin, on my heart every surface is yearning for your touch like a firework needing the lighter i cannot control myself around you you make me an utter chaos of lip biting of face scratching, of leg bouncing, of nail biting, of fidgeting with my earring and then you leave so abruptly there i am, in my bed protected by a wall of pillows to block out all of the world blocking out every knock on my door or stomach growl wanting one thing in the world will not make it come true wishful thinking will be the death of me and so i lay here in my fortress of sheets to die with the thought of you coming through the door on replay. i crave your voice right now telling me everything will work out just say it, baby. just tell me once. should not i be ready to let go of you ready to be the independent fire my friends know me as ready to stop hating myself to the core for not living out what i believe in ready to stop knowing myself as only a hypocrite. this hurts because i am constantly stuck in the middle of the push and the pull my arms and legs going in different directions my head and my heart at war but the rest of me stays stagnant watching, waiting, listening. sitting on a step and people watching watching faces i do not recognize or wish to know walk past hoping i’ll catch a glimpse of you in one or hoping you’ll pass by and notice me so i stay here. i will stay and i will wait forever for you.
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the rain is full of ghosts tonight they push the trees to tap on the glass they moan and shake the leaves i watch the moon and ponder where my lips have been who i have touched i have forgotten the ones in between, forgotten when i wonder why it’s then and now and in between here i am stuck in the middle the arms that held me weren’t as strong as my head rested on another’s pillow i ask the ghosts what went wrong they sigh and leave me alone.
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Dec 9, 2019
Dec 9, 2019 at 7:23 PM UTC
rain
i hope you never find out that i am praying for you that God gives you your salvation in small doses. i never want you to get the satisfaction that a person can still care about you God and i have our secrets. it brings me pleasure to know that i can find solace in helping you indirectly even if it is unfair to me. life has not been gentle to me or kind but i will forever be soft. that is how God made me. my softness will not be used as a punching bag. i will use it to inspire you. to show you compassion even if you never gave it to me. God and i are praying you’ll give it to yourself.
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Jul 18, 2019
Jul 18, 2019 at 3:15 PM UTC
July 9th
i get high and i don’t feel your absense
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May 24, 2019
May 24, 2019 at 12:24 AM UTC
tingling
i am sure you love the way her hair falls over her shoulder you love the way she sings when your windows are rolled down the way she plays with your dogs the ways she rubs your pinky with hers the way you want her to rub other parts of you does her art inspire you? are her passions impassionate? have you cleaned her and brushed her hair as she wept? is she the same woman i was? i am just a copy of someone you want a coy so you can decide if you want to deal with girls like me a body to be your playground a mind for you to twist and figure out just what nerves to hit has she filled all of the empty spaces you wanted from me?
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May 24, 2019
May 24, 2019 at 12:22 AM UTC
the ways
i spun you through my life as you wove in and out both of us as spiders making a silk web that destroys when the rain comes. i wanted to be your permant home i wanted the storms i wanted the torn silk, but preferably only on my bed sheets if you missed our house as much as i do wouldn’t you come back to repair the foundation? i know you missed the way i looked in a door frame a silhouette of your grown man’s dream please when you return ignore the unmoved lawn ignore the cracked ceilings do not feel ashamed the front door will always be open for you.
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May 23, 2019
May 23, 2019 at 11:31 PM UTC
spiders
I’ll be the girlfriend in your wet dream Only for now As I am hoping you keep a place for me in your bed or if your sheets are always cold Fulfill my last wish for you as I would do the same My self control is weak And I hope I stay on your mind Like a parasite I hope you crave the feeling Of my curves My clear, soft skin Under your clamy hands I was your clay, as you shaped me into yours I rode you and drove you crazy Every place I licked, ****** and begged out of you As I was feining You rose like a symphony and told me to take a bow For my show is art and you will always be the only one to receive it When she does the same, do you wish it was me? Do you not wish I was on my knees for your ***** work? Every time you attempt to sculpt her Your clay falls and you give up When you run your hands over her Do you have to close your eyes? And yearn for another Intimate masterpiece Only I can give you?
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May 23, 2019
May 23, 2019 at 11:22 PM UTC
unanswered questions 1
does she drive you wild or just mildly free does she fill your soul or is the glass only half empty do you miss the way I brushed your hair or the smell of all my things when you fall asleep beside her every night does your mind ever wonder to what if it was me when you wake up in the morning do you wish I made you breakfast or has she replaced the simple things in life I miss the way I fit in your neck But now you are inside of mine I should’ve kissed you when you were yelling I should’ve held you when we were crying But now I have a toast to you and her Even though I still can’t look at you I raise my glass for a cheers to your happiness But what about me What about mine What about the way you wrapped around me Like a secret you couldn’t keep I still can’t lie my stomach dropped when I saw you dancing with her in a parking lot And I cried for days and days This is just a merry go round I get hooked on you and go Down and Down and Down I told myself I wouldn’t cry because then you would recognize the storm that I am a sailboat in I crave to know if I run through your mind Or if I only jog around for a while If you drive around for a little longer Just to see if you pass my Toyota Or if you take the necessary routes Where is my apology What about me?
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May 22, 2019
May 22, 2019 at 3:23 PM UTC
does she drive you wild
i am soft i am soft from your blows as my skin turns the purple of thunderstorms i am the sky clear one day and overcast the next you are the earth you pollute me with your torment and your fits of rage
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May 7, 2019
May 7, 2019 at 8:58 PM UTC
purple
we cracked all of our eggshells we looked at each other and we didn’t feel
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Apr 24, 2019
Apr 24, 2019 at 8:32 PM UTC
nothing