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Aisling Apr 2015
#4
I thought it was wrong
To love the way your skin felt
Brushing against mine
Aisling Apr 2015
#3
The days are shorter
And the nights are far too long;
I need you with me
Aisling Apr 2015
#2
When I was little
I wrote about flower pots
All smashed and shattered
Aisling Apr 2015
#1
There are certain things
I can't stop thinking about;
You are all of them
Aisling Oct 2014
cups of tea
too-hot pizza
cigarettes
shots of whiskey
yours
birthday candles
"I don't love you"
your name
knuckles
disinfectant
goodbyes
Aisling Oct 2014
"So? What do you go for in a girl? Brains or beauty? Intelligence or a pretty face? Independent opinions or clear skin, long legs, red lips? Because you have to pick one.
The two cannot coexist peacefully.
The world would implode, unaccustomed to such a perfect human being.
So? Which is it?
Do you want to look at her or listen to her?
'You can't **** an opinion, am I right?'
insert obnoxious high-five and snickering
Of course you're right! Seen and not heard is the way forward!
You can't buy lacy lingerie for her stance on abortion,
her story of how she grew up!
Brains or beauty?
Do you want to be greeted in the evenings with a bright white smile, or an anecdote about her day?
These are important things to consider, lad! If you choose incorrectly, you might be burdened with a strong woman!
Her words will slash your skin, leave you slack-jawed and drooling
Your own biased opinion in shreds on the floor between you.
Her wit will give you whiplash, cracking your skull back against the wall with the speed of it.
And she won't back down. God, those strong ones never know when to just let it go!
No, son, don't end up with one of those. Go for beauty.
But be careful.
Because often, rosy cheeks and long lashes are just masking ideas of their own.
Their bright blue eyes are sizing you up, watching, ready to rip off their costume and reveal the 'brains' within. Nowhere is safe."
this is really bad and I hate it but it's been floating around in my head for a while so I had to put it somewhere
Aisling Sep 2014
Energy fizzing in her veins
The kind that doesn't come from caffeine
Or too much sugar
But too much of something else.
Twitching in her fingertips
Making her feet tap rhythms to unheard songs
Her mind whizzing
From string theory
To pasta sauce
And back again.
When she speaks
Her lips can't move fast enough to keep up with her racing thoughts
No coherent, linear sentences are spewed
But nonsensical ramblings that make your heart flutter.

Now she's dosed up
Turned down
A dimmer, more "stable" version of herself.
It's better for her.
Her feet don't tap, her thoughts don't scramble
Everything she says makes perfect sense
And it's nice
And you love her
But somedays you miss the way her mind would race
And your heart would flutter.
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