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  Dec 2014 kittykatnip
Moon Shine
I tore apart your skin
I ate your cells and broke you in
I grinded your bones
And in the marrow I find your home
I squeezed out your eyes
I found your lies
  Dec 2014 kittykatnip
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.
  Dec 2014 kittykatnip
John Keats
GIVE me women, wine, and *****
Untill I cry out "hold, enough!"
You may do so sans objection
Till the day of resurrection:
For, bless my beard, they aye shall be
My beloved Trinity.
kittykatnip Dec 2014
my happy place is your back seat
a mustang
listening to loud music and cuss words
with the only two men I'll ever love.
living like savages
living like reckless young **** ups

living the way I want to
to my beautiful men whom I will forever love
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