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286 · Dec 2015
two sad girls fucking.
Summer Dec 2015
somehow this has all gotten lost in translation
people come and people go,
just like the dew on the morning grass.
yet we find ourselves
still trying to get used to it.
the impermanence of it,
arms lay stretched on your sofa,
records scratching against the needle,
none of us ever feel at home.
it is as if we have turned the act of care
as an excuse.
We are just two sad girls *******
to feel like we aren’t lonely.
this is not right and we know it.
but it feels like it
when i am pressed up against you.
i am lonely
and you know.
i have dreams of falling in love
in fountain square,
and when i wake up to you facing away from me
i feel a sense of disappointment
because i know
if i had tried harder
it could’ve been different.
279 · Dec 2015
regret
Summer Dec 2015
and i do not regret the kisses
in the dark of your basement,
why regret something i had once wanted?
i never ever regretted you.
277 · Jan 2016
it is empty.
Summer Jan 2016
I can feel god inside of me
when i look up to the sky
and it is empty.
peaceful and alone.
nothing matters
except everything.
you are a hedonist.
looking for pleasure
in people
who can barely provide it for themselves.
you look for God in my  chest
but it is empty
but thats how left it
267 · Sep 2016
the circus
Summer Sep 2016
This is a poem that might make my mother angry
The feeling of a fist to my face
The fingers cold and like mush
could not feel familiar enough
a loud echo bouncing off my skin
but that felt better
Than my ribs rumbling
as my heart tried to bounce itself through them
Thump
Thump
Thump
and suddenly I was the weak one
now I'm balancing on a trapeze wire
Wondering what's better the air or the ground
but one day the curtains will close
Finally the end will come
something you made me not so scared of.
because pills tasted like candy with you.
the thought of being a better with with you
I couldn't feel my limbs with you
but that's okay, I couldn't quite feel myself, too.

they say,
"You're scared of Commitment
But you want all these tattoos"
I want something that has to stay
That can't just get up and walk away
Because that's what has happened my whole life
But tattoos even fade away after a while
ink only stays for so long
but that's okay at least they're still in my life
I needle got shoved in my skin for them
and after all the pain being with you was worth it
because even though it hurt
At least you stayed
please just don't walk away
Stay for awhile you made less tough
Stay for awhile you already know I'm less than enough
Stay for a bit, my skin might be red
I just wanted a place for you
that just wasn't in my head
I know hearing me say this gets tiring after a while
Trust me I know
Today, I wrote about it ten times
It was more than a few lines
so many people have broken my brain
now it feels normal being
In pain
because when I look at someone who reminds me of you
I can't help but think
they'd leave me too
even though
they aren't like you
They saw me perform at the circus
on the trapeze water
and they told me it was okay to just quit
and hit the ground till dirt came into my mouth
because my blistering feet
Did not deserve this somehow,
And they waited for me.
at the foot.
near the dirt.
they waited for me
because they knew it would hurt.
and they wanted my face to feel less numb,
And the moment I hit the ground,
I looked for you,
in the clouds.
but you weren't anywhere to be seen,
living in a never ending dream.
and i bled.
and you were somewhere watching.
I don't know where
But I felt you smile.
i felt it in the dirt.
in my arms.
in my hair.
you smiled,
while i wept.
and the curtains finally closed.
267 · Nov 2016
Untitled
Summer Nov 2016
when u left my world went grey
and i disappeared into the soil hoping to find u there
bc you were my world
still are.
i want to get over it.
i break my mental breakdowns into parts each week.
I’m on part 6 right now,
soon to be on part seven.
i drink more coffee now.
you drink tea.
my friends can tell when I am upset now
i frown and make my hurt visible
i do not speak
but sometimes it all comes out
part 7
and I am crying in the closet of my photography class
i tell them how i wish I was walking on the side of the highway
and how the ground seems more soft
than I could ever be
more warm than I could ever feel
they don't understand.
i wish they would.
they just nod and gently pat my back,
knowing if they did any harder, it would break.
you are soft
they whisper
you are soft
they touch my hot flushed cheeks
you feel warm
you feel warm
wipe my eyes,
makeup smears
don't wipe it off.
show them I'm weak.
wear your heart on your ******* sleeve
Let them know you are weak
Show them you're more than that
PART 8.
i texted you everything I felt
regretted in the morning but didn't at the same time.
Felt weak, knew I wasn't.
but that never stops the feeling
PART 9.
carved your name on my bed frame
along with all the reasons
because my friends say I'll never get over you
like it's a bad thing
but they don't know I can learn to live without you.
PART 10
know you may never come find me
but for everything a reason
for everything a reason
264 · Jun 2020
a_poem.mp4
Summer Jun 2020
the happiness was only a spur of mania
I wish I was the sun
the high wears off and I remember my skin
as he flicks his cigarette out the window.
you are the front porch light
that bathes the street in a nauseating yellow.
I dream of fields of flowers I can die in
stupid and empty.
stupid and empty.
swallowed in the discomfort of this aching body
a deer sprawled out in the middle of the road,
maggots gnawing at the skin- once full of youth
stumbling through June- time seemed to stop.
writing poems I won’t show anybody,
I won’t tell anyone I’m sick.
I just hope I remember this summer spent in hell.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YO4tFOX71TY
249 · Nov 2017
thanksgiving 2017.
Summer Nov 2017
last year you tried to **** yourself on thanksgiving.
this year-
you didn’t come over for dinner
covered with the bedsheets
in a cold basement-
you told me how you tried to be more poetic-
softer-
stronger-
louder-
i put my head on your shoulder-
this thanksgiving -
you did not try to **** yourself.
you just stayed in bed & cried.
221 · Nov 2017
dear w
Summer Nov 2017
I tried so hard to you make you a ghost to me.
As i ran my fingers down spines that weren’t yours,
and listened to heartbeats that did not belong to you.
you kept it alive,
as your fingers traced along the keyboard,
and wrote the word unlovable on my arm,
i did not flinch nor pull away-
it stuck so easily,
felt so familiar
and i felt the ink crawl onto my legs-
unlovable.
the next time i saw you was a year later,
i felt that same exact arm shake, and i tried to hide the writing that was still there
as your lips curled into that big toothed smile.
as it didn’t happen -
i am ghost to you-
as you struggle to pronounce my name,
then asking-
“what’s your favorite sound again?”
yours is trains.
i still remember have much you love the sounds of trains
as I’ve forgotten how to take care of myself,
or how to write a poem
or how to play my favorite song on the guitar
or how to breathe when i am near you.
i still know- you love trains
and how you take your coffee
and how you loved when i called you sweet.
you’re still alive next to me-
as i can hear your heartbeat across the room,
i can barely feel mine.
i’m writing this to ask you-
how does it feel sitting across the room from a ghost?
does it scare you- how easy it has become-
to lose all the feeling?
to hear the voice you forgot for a year?
to tell you the truth-
i’m beginning to forget what my voice sounds like too.
219 · Dec 2015
Untitled
Summer Dec 2015
I hate sleeping.
i see you in my dreams
and i miss you even more.
you sleep to forget
I sleep to feel pain
the world is full of bright lights
and dark skies
i can feel all of them around me
when i hear your voice in my sleep
you press yourself up against my wall,
it devours you.
you slip into my bedroom.
i can feel your eyes on me,
as you slip in between the sheets,
and wrap bandages around me.
You try to heal the wounds you caused me,
but when you say you love me,
i want to scream.
my wounds will heal but I will not.
by the time  this is said,
i will fall asleep again.
i feel death when you lean in close
i feel love when you stay away
i see bright lights and dark skies around you
but blood stained showers and hospital lights around me.
baby,
this is not your fault but mine.
but please,
don't come around next time.
I'll sleep alone
Alone
Alone
again
for the love of God
stay out of my head.
203 · Nov 2017
thanksgiving 2015.
Summer Nov 2017
I’m speaking with a ghost
as you record me your new song
onto a cassette tape.
and i think of how beautiful your body looked like-
draped in leaves
and first kisses
and how you lost your virginity
in a cemetery
you float by
your voice beautiful and sad
how it cracks and shakes.
singing about how the first girl you loved
took your soul-
and won’t give it back.
it wasn’t yours in the first place.

— The End —