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Amelia Jun 2015
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over-sexed middle aged housewife
parisian waif extinguisher 
net kid superstar 
lover of latino boys and tall girls

the first night we kissed
I was keeping track of how many people i tasted 
and I always said you counted
as a lot more than just one
Amelia Jun 2015
1) you're going to need to know how to stop slurring and how to walk straight. be able to say the alphabet backwards when you're even close to unconsciousness, know when to stop ******* driving.
2) sleep will be either the most evasive or clinging lover. when you are awake for six days, write. when you are about to sleep for two, make sure you are on your side.
3) when the money is gone, you need to learn how to leave your body when they enter it. eventually you won't be able to feel a thing. but know that when you're sober she touches you a year later, you won't be able to feel it.
4) ******* won't be as good as getting high. don't feel like a genius when you wake up and have that idea.
5) your lovers and friends will all be addicted. drugs will become the only **** or interesting thing to you. years later, you'll still crave the taste of opiates on her tongue.
6) some of them will die. you won't be able to cry.
7) instead, you will be completely numb for weeks and you won't be able to tell the difference between the dope and the pain.
8) the dope will eventually become the pain.
9) it will never **** the pain.
10) lose all self respect now. lose all timidness.
11) don't forget you will lose all freedom in your search for it.
sorry if this *****
Amelia Jun 2015
i wish i was brave enough
to write a poem for every person i kissed, ******,
loved.
i wish i could've loved her the way she wanted,
could've made things
easier.
i wish i could stay high for three weeks, three months,
the rest of my life.

thank you
for the wishes
genie.
Amelia Jun 2015
i find you slipping out of the ugliest parts of me
a scar on my thigh everyone thinks is from my dog but was really from your teeth (a different
kind
of beast)
how i can't explain to my parents why i can't go to the airport or the zoo anymore
the hot water that turns my skin pink (i can't feel a thing)
all my friends want to **** me and i let them

for a long time it seemed too easy to give you the blame
how could something that evil
stem from someone who kissed
so
softly?

maybe it was because my mom told me i looked **** when i wasn't even ten years old
maybe it was because my friend christopher told me when a boy kisses you you've won
maybe it was because you distracted me from being in love with someone of the wrong ***
maybe it was because i was too afraid to say no at first

really i know
it was just you

but
why?
Amelia Jun 2015
the way your touch can make all my other senses mute
2. even looking at a photograph of your eyes makes my pulse speed
3. the voice you use when you read poetry out loud
4. your smell
5. how scrunched up your face gets when you laugh really hard
6. your mattress on the floor
7. the way you ******* spoil our shows
8. when you sing along to your songs
9. how deeply you hate and love your friends
10. your love of your mom's cooking
11. every moment with you is a balance of comfortable and exciting
12. you make my heart race constantly
13. the caution in your touch and your voice
14. when you lift one eyebrow
15. how soft your hair is (baby bird)
16. the way you look in your staples uniform
17. how sad you get when you leave me
18. the way you smoke
19. the stacks of letters and journals in your room
20. when you jump out of the window of your truck
21. "i wanna be what you need"
22. you drive so ******* fast and so ******* badly
23. the shoes you wear
24. i have never felt more awake than when i am with you
25. your watch
26. the silly faces you make
27. the way i can't stop ******* adding things to this list
m.e.m. // in no order
Amelia Mar 2015
"sit on my lap, grind on me, let me kiss your neck"
"i think maybe we could make each other happy"
"how much"
"you aint a car ** ma, i wanna lay you down in a bed"
"with your hands on me, im more than okay"
"i could write poems about you. i won't, but i could"
"i miss my delicious little girl"
"how much"
"i have pills for you baby"
"this is my first ****** in front of someone"
"i dont love you but i wish i did. i wish i did."
"you taste like raspberries and im starving"
"how much"
"how much"
"how much"
Amelia Feb 2015
whenever i have *** it feels like
i am subletting my body to fingers
and mouths and
genitals
every gentle touch reminds me
of how i am
******* beautiful,
a bombshell,
suicide blonde,
a perverted venue
surrounded by a thorny cage of ***** hair.

every time our eyes meet,
i can feel you walking the tightrope
between living out the torture **** fantasies you have
and falling in love with me.

whenever i have ***,
i scratch your back until i can feel
the skin come off and under my fingernails
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