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 Nov 2014 Ciarra P
Joshua Haines
I can hear your back crack,
in the dark.
Removing your underwear
with chewed fingernails:
You softly ask
if we can share scar tissue
and if I'll stay
despite every issue.

You try to kick the covers
off of our bed,
and ask if we can share the thoughts
buzzing inside of your head.

When insomnia erases your eyes
and disease steals your brain:
You inhale ways to die,
because you still dream
but it's not the same.

I can hear the static in your skull.
I know why you keep
the kitchen knives dull.
You pull on my fingers
so I don't forget you.
You cry on the pillows
and hope I like romance too.

I kiss your temple
during each thunderstorm.
I read you books in bed,
because your eyes are worn.
I put my ear to your chest
because I want you to see
that the air you breathe
means everything to me.
 Nov 2014 Ciarra P
i
silence
 Nov 2014 Ciarra P
i
i wanna dance
with you at 3 am,
under a street light,
without music, so
that silence can be
our favorite melody.
 Sep 2014 Ciarra P
i
and the way
he looked at her
was undoubtedly divine.
 Sep 2014 Ciarra P
i
silence
 Sep 2014 Ciarra P
i
i hate being alone
because as the clock ticks,
the silence fully surrounds me
and suffocates be,
that much that I'm unable
to fill my lungs with air,
and i need you,
oh, how i need you
to come and break that
awfully painful,
almost deafening silence
and pick me up,
and help me find a way
to breath and eventually,
**survive.
 Sep 2014 Ciarra P
i
slowly sinking
 Sep 2014 Ciarra P
i
your eyes are
glimmering oceans
and i am slowly
drowning without
anyone to save me,
this swimming lesson
was fun but you pulled
at my feet from underneath
and took me with you
under the surface,
whose waves are sending
shocks through me,
making me feel completely
taken away by the tidal
waves of your rapid heartbeat.
 Sep 2014 Ciarra P
Day
I am not sorry for wanting you;
I am sorry for being quiet about it.
Upon your return,
I will be gone with the breeze,
never again seen.
 Sep 2014 Ciarra P
MBishop
This sadness, this numb
It is not poetic.
I cannot write about galaxy ridden veins
or fire seared eyes

This sadness, this emptiness
It is not beautiful
There will be no heroic sweeping away of broken princesses by
princes with cigarette clenched teeth
or ***** laced lips

This sadness, this gut-wrenching pain
Will not be daises in Marlboro boxes
It can't be unraveled threads sewed back
by an infinite but dysfunctional love

No, no.

This sadness isn't any of that.

This sadness, it's raw
It hurts to look at but it's torture to bear
People look away from this type of sadness
Because it sure as hell ain't pretty.
But what it is is real
This is the sadness that, once moved past, is never forgotten

It's worn like armor in battle
Like a coat of arms

This sadness makes you a **soldier
 Sep 2014 Ciarra P
caroline
im sorry i didn't answer my phone
that night. i told you "i'll only be a hour,
i promise,"
but you didn't inform me that you were leaving too. twenty missed calls. one text.
"i can't do this anymore, please
pick up, what do i do?"

im sorry i got mad at you that one day, screamed, left, and cried. you always told me i was too emotional and to toughen up inside. you said you'd always be by my side, although i think you failed to define always, and mention, that soon, you'd be saying goodbye.
im sorry i wasn't as bubbly as you on the days you smiled with your teeth. the days you got confident and decided you were free. the days you came and tugged my hand, got this idea, like school was something we could afford to flee.
im sorry that when i questioned
you about the cuts and bruises, i allowed you to tell me "it's nothing, don't worry about it, i'm fine."
im sorry when your mom left
you home that night, you looked
but didn't find. you said you called exactly after an hour, but i wasn't anywhere around.
im sorry they teased and picked on you, called you names, pulled your hair, and kicked you down.
im sorry, i swear i ran as fast as i could after i was done. my mile takes me ten, maybe fifteen minutes, at least.
im sorry i got there too late and understood all your pain after you put it in ink.
YOU KNOW IM NO GOOD WITHOUT YOU, GOD YOU KNOW IM ******* WEAK.
WHY DID YOU LEAVE? I CANT DO THIS ON MY OWN, DON'T YOU THINK?

im sorry... im so sorry... im right
here, you see? can we talk about this? rethink it?
just please, promise you'll visit me tonight while i sleep.
suicide is something that has a great impact on my heart and something i feel very seriously about. this is in honor of anyone who has dealt with a loss or experienced suicidal thoughts.
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