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Zoe Feb 2016
I am mired in a morass of my own thoughts;
Unintelligible and unsightly to onlookers
Sending up flares visible to my eyes only;
You see, people don't stop to see who's stuck in a jam
Zoe Oct 2015
I'm a bi-product of humanity
Just existing in tandem with others
Not really mattering to anyone
Apart from those that I'm useful to
Zoe Dec 2014
People all around
Sometimes I feel like running
Far away from here
This is a haiku, narrating how I feel a lot of the time amongst people
  Dec 2014 Zoe
Natalie
do not date a girl
who writes.
she will internalize
everything,
carve poems
into your eyelashes
instead of
kissing them,

she will analyze you,
calculate age
from the rings
your coffee cup
leaves
instead of refilling it.

she will memorize
the way your
lips curl around steam,
but not that you
take it
two sugars,
no cream.

she will read your
palm instead of
holding it
against her chest.

she will not
blink
when you leave,
because she is
already
romanticizing it.

— The End —