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Summer Oct 2016
You taste like static
and your eyes look like hot coals
Let my body fizz
Ease me into your skin
I want to know what dying is
Summer Oct 2016
I tried to hate you
but then I remembered
Wes Anderson
and first kisses
the sort of things that cover
bad songs and poorly worded excuses
and the secret site
I poured my thoughts to
the times it was worse than just "things are bad right now"
and pills
Celexa didn't do anything.
Zoloft made me suicidal.
Effexor was just right but needed to be upped after a while.
seems like nothing ever works right
or is it just me?
soon i can to realize
it’s not
i’m not the only one you did this to
i wanted to believe
it was just towards me
because i was me
no
i hope you and your girlfriend get high enough
to leave the planet
your first name starts with h
and ends with e - l - l
Perfume makes my head ache
the makeup caked on my eyes
cause them to itch.
your girlfriend is using dope and
you're with her
you both act like you're Conor O.
Using your friends
for the drugs
ratting them out
she looks at me
but can’t hold a stare
funny isn’t it
maybe she knows what you’re doing is wrong.
Ironically we are all supposed to help people grow
but you pull the roots from the ground
And empty the water into your eyes
So you can cry
It's not a beautiful thing to do
we're stuck with you
not growing
the sky is still out of reach
All my friends are in love
With their abusive ex girlfriend
I should just add myself to the list
my stepfather says that I'm falling apart
As an insult
as others say
Stop that attitude
Stop being so negative
*****.
i hope my anger towards the world will maybe make sense
but next time you see me
don’t look at me
i hear a girl screaming outside my window
but i don’t shut it
i head outside to see if she’s okay,
she’s on the ground crying
asking
“wasn’t love supposed to be enough?”
she reminds me of the past
and i shake
I’m crying on the phone in the library and a girl
sits by me and asks
“are you okay?”
i don’t know if i should be honest
so i just say
“no, but i’m better than i was a few months ago”
losing you wasn’t a loss
and i try to hate you
and i might
but the secret site is closed down
and i don’t go to it anymore anyways
i kiss others to get the taste of you out
wes anderson is great but we only watched one movie of his together anyways and
i was too busy looking at you to even appreciate it
Summer Oct 2016
Cigarette ash on your bedsheets
awake on coffee and tea.
I do not want to be the person
you know like the back of your hand
or for you to know the titles of every poem I have written
I want you to touch me distractedly.
I want a boy with a car and a mindset like yours.
we do not need to make ourselves into anything beautiful with each other.
we are ugly, empty poets.
therefore,
you love me for what i am.
but if you don't love me,
go ahead and tell me.
your tongue stained with coffee
you're not just some ******* artist
who is going to fill my heart with lilies
and paint.
and I want you to make it hurt as much as you ******* can.
teach me the world is cruel.
because if you can teach me how to write
love poems,
you sure as hell
can show me how to be dark
all over again.
this isn't about creativity
and this isn't art
this is existing.
Summer Oct 2016
I am glad to be existing at the same time as all of you.
when he touched me and sent pain shocking through all my body
I was glad.
not because I'm a *******
but because I knew if I could survive somebody I loved hurting me that much
I could survive anything
and I finally knew all the secrets to the world
and I allowed myself to feel.
less than great,
but sometimes an occasional more than okay.
with you my being felt numb,
and I had thrown myself into the void
To see how deep it was until I hit the ground,
and I have realized I'm still falling
I like the feeling of the air through my arms
and my hair not staying in one place
I don't mind.
When I get sad I open my eyes and feel the world around me
And sometimes I get sadder,
but I am shocked to be alive
and to have the pleasure of being loved and being hurt
By the same people lucky enough to exist as well.
Because if I was born 50 years earlier, I would not have known,
the boy who put a fist to my face,
a girl who eloped my entire being in her hand
and a friend who sat silently in the corner playing with their fingertips as I laid crying in their bed
I am glad to be existing at the same time as all of you.
because when I told you I liked pain
You knew I wasn't trying to be poetic
You knew I liked it because what I had learned from it
You could tell I was all about the human experience
And you nodded and understood how I could feel safe with you, but still be afraid
and why my clingy sweaty hand could never seem to let go, even when it was time to. How I claimed my softness had not diminished but how when you put your hand on my shoulder I flinched. Even though I knew you were to trying to comfort me. I like pain, but hate feeling it sometimes.
I know most of the human experience is pain, that is a secret I have known to well but tried to cheat, but you cannot get the human experience, the lessons, the beauty without it
I know it is wrong to feel constantly in pain
and have the thought of it lingering in your mind.
Because you know after it you'll maybe get a good poem, story or life lesson you'll tell your child when she comes home crying when she finds out her boyfriend cheated on her.
You will never be able to explain it
how you feel alive with pain,
and feel like you're missing something without it.
I am so glad to be existing at the same time as all of you.
You tell me you hate pain,
and how I always look teary eyed.
but smile when I tell you I'm glad to be alive,
But it's not for the reason you think.
This is a happy poem,
you tell me I'm too self aware
and I tell you I know all the secrets to the universe.
You flinch when I put my arm around you,
and I could tell.
you felt pain, too.
but maybe you didn't embrace it like I did,
and we sit teary eyed at the edge of the void
i am so glad I exist at the same time as you,
even though you don't understand why I think how I do
Summer Sep 2016
roses are red
romance is dead
i wish that my boyfriend
would give me head
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