tessasalahi - Hello Poetry

1) You told me you hated the way my hair fell into my face, so I parted it the other way and cried out apologies, hoping you could at least pretend to like me enough to stay. We drove for hours and although I was shy, I let you touch my thighs. I cried to my mother that night and insisted I wasn't worthy of a boy that would show me respect. 2) You liked girls who wore too much black and looked sad, so I colored my hair three shades darker and stopped smiling at my friends the way I used to. I dressed myself down to black lace in front of you. I still don't think it was enough. 3) You only talked to girls with dark pasts, so I ripped out my insides and laid them on your kitchen table. I think you left because even I was too broken for you to fix. 4) You whispered things in my ear that made me want to cringe, but I giggled at them anyway and fulfilled all your fantasies, wearing red lace this time because you were only captivated by *** appeal and all I wanted was your attention. 5) You drove with your knees because your hands were always occupied by beer bottles and when you offered me one, I remembered all the times I saw my father stumble into the house at 3am and pass out after yelling things he pretended to regret later, but I took one anyways and drank it to try and **** all the butterflies you put in my stomach. 6) You hated the color of my eyes, so I never made eye contact with another boy again. I let you scare me into new insecurities and turn me even colder than your touch.

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Oct 29, 2014

Oct 29, 2014 at 6:28 PM UTC

6 boys I shouldn't have changed myself for

1) You told me you hated the way my hair fell into my face, so I parted it the other way and cried out apologies, hoping you could at least pretend to like me enough to stay. We drove for hours and although I was shy, I let you touch my thighs. I cried to my mother that night and insisted I wasn't worthy of a boy that would show me respect. 2) You liked girls who wore too much black and looked sad, so I colored my hair three shades darker and stopped smiling at my friends the way I used to. I dressed myself down to black lace in front of you. I still don't think it was enough. 3) You only talked to girls with dark pasts, so I ripped out my insides and laid them on your kitchen table. I think you left because even I was too broken for you to fix. 4) You whispered things in my ear that made me want to cringe, but I giggled at them anyway and fulfilled all your fantasies, wearing red lace this time because you were only captivated by *** appeal and all I wanted was your attention. 5) You drove with your knees because your hands were always occupied by beer bottles and when you offered me one, I remembered all the times I saw my father stumble into the house at 3am and pass out after yelling things he pretended to regret later, but I took one anyways and drank it to try and **** all the butterflies you put in my stomach. 6) You hated the color of my eyes, so I never made eye contact with another boy again. I let you scare me into new insecurities and turn me even colder than your touch.

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I don't know what I was thinking as I screamed his name when I knew he was always one to whisper. His eyes lit up depressions, and his touch could cure a soul of any sickness. I don't know what I was thinking when I thought you could fix me. You swam oceans for me and I crossed puddles for you hoping it'd be enough, but I was clearly mistaken. Oh **** what was I doing to us? I don't know what I was thinking while I counted the pearls on that necklace you bought me. "He loves me, he loves me not, he loves me, he loves me not..." But I shouldn't have let the pearls tell me, I should've believed you when your eyes told me. You eyes told a story, and I should've read them more carefully. I don't know what I was thinking the day I let you slip from my arms so suddenly. You were here, and then you weren't, and I don't expect anyone to forgive me for that. ********* you glowed. You were so ******* marvelous. You were all I had left and now, your soul has departed from your body due to prescriptions that are supposed to help. I knew what I was thinking when I popped a few myself, and planted my body next to you. We were so peaceful, laying there. I invested my life into you, I loved you even on your hollowest days. And today was our emptiest day, today we were followed by our darkest cloud. But, I still love you. And no matter if you wanted it or not, I'm not too far behind you. I'll be dancing with you soon, my love, and I will be there to kiss your bruises like I always did.

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Sep 28, 2014

Sep 28, 2014 at 6:28 PM UTC

Beyond Your Eyes

I don't know what I was thinking as I screamed his name when I knew he was always one to whisper. His eyes lit up depressions, and his touch could cure a soul of any sickness. I don't know what I was thinking when I thought you could fix me. You swam oceans for me and I crossed puddles for you hoping it'd be enough, but I was clearly mistaken. Oh **** what was I doing to us? I don't know what I was thinking while I counted the pearls on that necklace you bought me. "He loves me, he loves me not, he loves me, he loves me not..." But I shouldn't have let the pearls tell me, I should've believed you when your eyes told me. You eyes told a story, and I should've read them more carefully. I don't know what I was thinking the day I let you slip from my arms so suddenly. You were here, and then you weren't, and I don't expect anyone to forgive me for that. ********* you glowed. You were so ******* marvelous. You were all I had left and now, your soul has departed from your body due to prescriptions that are supposed to help. I knew what I was thinking when I popped a few myself, and planted my body next to you. We were so peaceful, laying there. I invested my life into you, I loved you even on your hollowest days. And today was our emptiest day, today we were followed by our darkest cloud. But, I still love you. And no matter if you wanted it or not, I'm not too far behind you. I'll be dancing with you soon, my love, and I will be there to kiss your bruises like I always did.

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I pressed my lips onto yours so hard I could feel your teeth beneath the flesh. My face was cupped in your hands and we were so delicate. You were a daisy, a daffodil, a sunflower sprouting in my mouth and ********* I didn't realize I swallowed the poison called heartache until seven months later. I'm still scared of losing you although you're already lost and I'm scared of my hair never catching on fire again, but **** it's different when the fire is in your lungs. I can't breathe and I'm suffocating in your scent, and although you're the only one I see in my dreams, you're also who I see in my nightmares. Now you cup every girl's face in your hands and kiss her so hard that she swallows the blood from your chapped lips and you swallow her pride. And as she walks away from you with snakes swimming in her stomach, you smirk at her sister as you feel her freedom sink into your fingertips. You left me with cigarette burns and bourbon lingering on my tongue, and late at night when the moon is as bright as my eyes used to be, I feel the snakes awaken and I scream into my thighs because you poisoned me with this wicked curse of not knowing if my father means it when he says he loves me.

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Sep 28, 2014

Sep 28, 2014 at 6:23 PM UTC

Your Venom Was Once Beautiful

I pressed my lips onto yours so hard I could feel your teeth beneath the flesh. My face was cupped in your hands and we were so delicate. You were a daisy, a daffodil, a sunflower sprouting in my mouth and ********* I didn't realize I swallowed the poison called heartache until seven months later. I'm still scared of losing you although you're already lost and I'm scared of my hair never catching on fire again, but **** it's different when the fire is in your lungs. I can't breathe and I'm suffocating in your scent, and although you're the only one I see in my dreams, you're also who I see in my nightmares. Now you cup every girl's face in your hands and kiss her so hard that she swallows the blood from your chapped lips and you swallow her pride. And as she walks away from you with snakes swimming in her stomach, you smirk at her sister as you feel her freedom sink into your fingertips. You left me with cigarette burns and bourbon lingering on my tongue, and late at night when the moon is as bright as my eyes used to be, I feel the snakes awaken and I scream into my thighs because you poisoned me with this wicked curse of not knowing if my father means it when he says he loves me.

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she nearly cried as she turned her back on the horizon because something about the warmth and texture that she felt as she sunk into the sand reminded her of the way her body lied on his couch in his arms. and there was something about the way the crisp air brushed over her lips like he did. because he was like a long, electric, gust of wind that kissed her lips so softly. so, now he remains in her broken mind snapping the lose threads and creating a mess because he knows he has this nomadic strength over her soul. and he knows he is her darkest muse singing her lullabies late in the night about why she didn't live up to his expectations leaving bruises on her frail skin. and now she cries and apologizes endlessly to a man who is only in her mind because he tied her beliefs around his pale, veiny finger to convince her that his ways around satan are the same we must use to reach heaven. ~t.s.

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Mar 30, 2014

Mar 30, 2014 at 12:53 AM UTC

skin

she nearly cried as she turned her back on the horizon because something about the warmth and texture that she felt as she sunk into the sand reminded her of the way her body lied on his couch in his arms. and there was something about the way the crisp air brushed over her lips like he did. because he was like a long, electric, gust of wind that kissed her lips so softly. so, now he remains in her broken mind snapping the lose threads and creating a mess because he knows he has this nomadic strength over her soul. and he knows he is her darkest muse singing her lullabies late in the night about why she didn't live up to his expectations leaving bruises on her frail skin. and now she cries and apologizes endlessly to a man who is only in her mind because he tied her beliefs around his pale, veiny finger to convince her that his ways around satan are the same we must use to reach heaven. ~t.s.

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you act as if my heart was made of red clay found in the ground cutting pieces out molding it to your satisfaction scratching it and patterning it the way you feel it needs to be and now you've left it dripping with blood with battle wounds worse than ever and you didn't even try to fix the damage you had done you destroyed me beautifully yet i feel so ugly. come make a masterpiece out of me, come make a masterpiece. ~t.s.

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Mar 2, 2014

Mar 2, 2014 at 1:13 PM UTC

satisfaction

you act as if my heart was made of red clay found in the ground cutting pieces out molding it to your satisfaction scratching it and patterning it the way you feel it needs to be and now you've left it dripping with blood with battle wounds worse than ever and you didn't even try to fix the damage you had done you destroyed me beautifully yet i feel so ugly. come make a masterpiece out of me, come make a masterpiece. ~t.s.

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where the mind began to twitch all together in the same house where dying came last as we aged and as she did too, so we never left that house. because mother feared the dangers, and we didn't have many friends, we kept our mouths shut, even when we had much to say. mother had her expectations, because we were her kids after all. "don't mess up," never came out of her mouth. "what a lovely painting," i drew and drew until i reached my stages of madness because she didn't seem to care but that's okay not only was i insane, she was too. (read from bottom to top now) ~t.s.

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Mar 1, 2014

Mar 1, 2014 at 10:17 AM UTC

the house

where the mind began to twitch all together in the same house where dying came last as we aged and as she did too, so we never left that house. because mother feared the dangers, and we didn't have many friends, we kept our mouths shut, even when we had much to say. mother had her expectations, because we were her kids after all. "don't mess up," never came out of her mouth. "what a lovely painting," i drew and drew until i reached my stages of madness because she didn't seem to care but that's okay not only was i insane, she was too. (read from bottom to top now) ~t.s.

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is the sun too bright in your eyes, or does the fatality weaken your horizon? only you can taste the salt draining from your eye lids. does it sting your cheeks and make your dark makeup smudge? fatality, define fatality. do your ankles shake while your mind wanders? black and white or colorful, are your dreams. are you yourself, or are you this serial killer you've snuck around to be? do the tears come from sadness or madness, only you can perceive them through the eyes of their beholder and you question yourself, you question everything. because all along, you knew he was the reason he is dead opposed to technically, you are who pulled the trigger however, his disloyalty is what drove you insane in order to reach this point in your head and now you're living with the sight in your mind of you standing with a smoky barrel, blood dripping from his head, and you crying all because you didn't provide him with the intensity that he had in mind. ~t.s.

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Feb 28, 2014

Feb 28, 2014 at 10:39 PM UTC

fatality

is the sun too bright in your eyes, or does the fatality weaken your horizon? only you can taste the salt draining from your eye lids. does it sting your cheeks and make your dark makeup smudge? fatality, define fatality. do your ankles shake while your mind wanders? black and white or colorful, are your dreams. are you yourself, or are you this serial killer you've snuck around to be? do the tears come from sadness or madness, only you can perceive them through the eyes of their beholder and you question yourself, you question everything. because all along, you knew he was the reason he is dead opposed to technically, you are who pulled the trigger however, his disloyalty is what drove you insane in order to reach this point in your head and now you're living with the sight in your mind of you standing with a smoky barrel, blood dripping from his head, and you crying all because you didn't provide him with the intensity that he had in mind. ~t.s.

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thoughts that shatter and crumble before my eyes, oh, the ones i despise. you glitter and gleam in my mind, tell me, why couldnt you be kind? you left purple love marks upon my skin, don't you know that is a sin? i loved you through it all, even though you made me feel so small. ~t.s.

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Feb 21, 2014

Feb 21, 2014 at 11:09 PM UTC

love marks

thoughts that shatter and crumble before my eyes, oh, the ones i despise. you glitter and gleam in my mind, tell me, why couldnt you be kind? you left purple love marks upon my skin, don't you know that is a sin? i loved you through it all, even though you made me feel so small. ~t.s.

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you, so shiny bright are who i walk to, you take away my fright. and i hope when my soul departs, you tag along because i can't be without you, and i hope you are who i see as my light. ~t.s.

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Feb 17, 2014

Feb 17, 2014 at 12:36 PM UTC

my light

you, so shiny bright are who i walk to, you take away my fright. and i hope when my soul departs, you tag along because i can't be without you, and i hope you are who i see as my light. ~t.s.

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why the sun is out, we will never know perceptions of the yellow glow all differ and who loves it and who doesn't all depends but what would the world be without it? we depend on it, just like you do with his eyes the warmth we receive from the sun is the same you gain from his stare glancing with the ocean blue gleam "i know you, i walked with you once upon a dream" and as you float back to reality while gazing into his world viewers, you notice your life is this dream you dreamt and you're walking with him as the sun takes the background and there you have it, all the warmth a human could sustain ~t.s.

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Feb 17, 2014

Feb 17, 2014 at 12:39 AM UTC

warmth

why the sun is out, we will never know perceptions of the yellow glow all differ and who loves it and who doesn't all depends but what would the world be without it? we depend on it, just like you do with his eyes the warmth we receive from the sun is the same you gain from his stare glancing with the ocean blue gleam "i know you, i walked with you once upon a dream" and as you float back to reality while gazing into his world viewers, you notice your life is this dream you dreamt and you're walking with him as the sun takes the background and there you have it, all the warmth a human could sustain ~t.s.

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