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A Duvall Aug 2012
With bruises on her ego,
and band aids on her knees.
with all those empty words she'd said,
she couldn't let them be.
she wished to swallow back
her judgements.
and **** all of her tears.
because the one person
that would witness this,
will be the one that she most fears.
the one she barfed emotions onto,
the one she broke down mindlessly,
this will be the only one
to see what can't be seen.
i need to stop. this started out as a Facebook comment.
A Duvall Aug 2012
simple words that come out like a scream.
thoughts that fill the air like steam.
complements turn into complaints.
lovely words fall out as hate.

i never meant those words of late.
my puzzled mind calls out to wait!
but my lips continue to convulse and thwart.
causing my kindest thoughts to distort.

they burst out as the worst of lies
decaying what you know is right.
i promise you, the truth reaches my eyes
but every word becomes a blight.

why cant i just say what's right?
i wish my words would loose their bite.
A Duvall Aug 2012
HA!
such happiness i feel!
teeth from ear to ear!
IM READY FOR TODAY.
and whatever it shall bring.

i really wish today to be
the best in all eternity.
A Duvall Aug 2012
you heard a distant word.
which forced your head to turn.
a word so strong,
it easily came out wrong.

this face confused and kind.
whispered little inspired rhymes
she realized before long
its easier said as a song.
A Duvall Aug 2012
im cold.
deep down in my gut.
the backs of my arms ache
for someones touch.

i have an inkling
why my heart is sinking,
and my lungs try to breathe
as my ribcage rots.

this chill i've got
while im wrapped up firmly..
where its from, i know not.
this ache is my only certainty.

be it tiredness..
or  loneliness..
i still feel this chill.
this empty thrill.
A Duvall Aug 2012
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A Duvall Aug 2012
i hate that you never really know anyone.
and that trust is just a thing for the gullible
and i hate how no one really knows who i am.
or who i want to be.
-not even me.

and if you ever manage  live your life
it happens like a car crash.
it will be quickly, accidentally, and outside of reality.
and either it changes everything. or nothing.

maybe its my fault
that who i am is not who i want.
i could live a thousand lives, but be the same.
to me life is a sorry game.
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