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Eleanor Rigby Jul 2015
Maybe she was looking for somebody to warm
her up all the time and God, when it got
too dark outdoors you cried kerosene and set
fire to yourself just to provide her safety and security.
And maybe it's true that everything
comes in a paradoxical form and that's
why even though you were born from
a warm womb, your soul was so icy cold
she burnt her fingertips just touching it
and probably mistook it for the heat she
had always been longing for. I know that it's ironic,
I know that your dreams lay somewhere
beside her perfect body and shiny hair
but your reality is four suicide
attempts and cutting your wrists open
over some permanent tattoo where
her love was supposed to be skinned.


-- Eleanor
Eleanor Rigby Jul 2015
Get a coffee
Light up a cigarette
Write
Get published
Become famous
Get bored
Write again
Write again
Get more bored
Write, write, write
About boredom
Become miserable
Write
About misery.

Die famous
But miserable...


-- Eleanor
Eleanor Rigby Jul 2015
I remember when we knitted
Our fingers together
And our lives interwove.
They eventually became whole,

And they eventually broke.


-- Eleanor
Eleanor Rigby Jul 2015
Don't run from me, baby
he said.
You are asking for it,
it's how I know you want it.

Beneath fragile skin,
beneath tiny bones,
there is a woman
just like any another woman

and she wants it.


F.Z.**N
Feminism
Eleanor Rigby Jul 2015
Losing lovers,
Losing friends,
Losing everything I am.

How do I exist independently?


F.Z.**N
Eleanor Rigby Jul 2015
By the by,
I am a tweak of reality,
Quite f'rtile. Touch me
And impregnate me
With w'rds.


F.Z.**N
Eleanor Rigby Jul 2015
'Cause if you love someone
You love everything about them.


F.Z.**N
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