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 Jun 2014 Xander King
Jacob
The girl with purple hair is sitting at my bar again.
I think she is beautiful. And not in a way that I wanna have awesome *** with her but in a way that I want to drink chocolate martinis with her
and go shopping for christmas vests that have tinkly bells and possibly polar bears with hats on them.
She is having a full-body cry. I am the worst bartender, simply
because I don't know how to counsel people without crying back at them.
She is crying about the state of women.

I know that we come from the same rotting wood, so all I do is nod.

"How is it that three quarters of the women I know have been ***** or molested?
What does that say about the men that I know?
**** is not a man behind a bush with a knife, she laughs
It's kissing you on the mouth like whiskey at a nice bar."
The girl with purple hair and I are holding hands now,
"I only wanted an apology,
an acknowledgement of what occurred."
Grappling as artists, as girls, as ships in bottles,
how do we change any of it?
I tell her I am going to write a poem.
She says no one wants to hear a **** poem.

And I know she's right.

Have you ever seen a stampede of horses?
Do you wonder what the hooves look like from underneath?
Have you ever tasted the blood from biting your own lips because you couldn't say no enough?
"I never fought back. I kept my thighs tight and
closed, but once he's inside you, you wish you were the streetlamp, the
store clerk, a street lamp, a bed of calla lilies-

anything but a woman.

In that moment, our eyes glaze over, and they stay that way for years.
That's when you've lost.
A poem by Mary Lambert, from the poem-book, "500 Tips for Fat Girls"
When I gave you my heart in Pandora's box,*
locked and sealed, and safe from me,
You did not taint nor break my heart,
You simply lost the key--

*It is there where all my hatred starts...
 Jun 2014 Xander King
Amy Ems
Sometimes we grow attached
to the feeling of salt in our wounds.
Sometimes we invite in
the diseases that devour our souls.
we are the cause, but we are also the cure
I should of seen it.
I should of ran the other way,
Saving myself from you.
All your lies,
The empty I love yous,

I should of see it.
I should of ran the other way,
When you became more distant,
When you ran away.
I doubt you even cared,

I should of seen it.
I should of ran the other way,
I let love blind me,
And you fool me.

I finally saw it,
I ran the other way,
I saved myself just in time.
 Jun 2014 Xander King
Andy Cave
Thoughts wander
tears fall.
What just happened?
What went wrong?
You said you loved me
well apparently not.
You left me broken
no second thought.
You said I'm the ONLY one for you
Ha, you probably said that to him too.
I waited for your call tonight
You said that you would ring
I have come to the conclusion
Your words don't mean a thing

I read through all your letters
With disappointment and contempt
It was then that I decided
To go to where they'd been sent

I knocked the door n waited
In the hope that you'd be there
Instead there stood a woman
With long blonde curly hair

I asked her who she was
She said she was your wife!
I felt  my whole world shatter
It pierced through me like a knife

100 miles of hell
As I made the journey home
I now know  that your a cheater
So leave me the hell
Alone !
 Jun 2014 Xander King
Christine
I know he loves me.
And I love him, as much as I can.
I just get so
Frustrated
Sometimes.

It's hard to love from far away
When there's problems up close.
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