Anna - Hello Poetry

Anna Jun 2013

I feel sick.
My pulse quickens,
My face pales.
I hate you.
I hate me for
What we did.

Anna Jun 2013

Untitled

When you text me now
We speak like old
Bitter friends
Mocking and secretly hating
Ourselves through humor.

Anna Jun 2013

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Since I was little,
I'd drag my nails across
My skin until I bled.
Teeth clenched,
Body tense-
So then I could
Dream.

Anna Jun 2013

Meds

My meds make
Everything more crisp
While I stumble
And the room spins

Anna Jun 2013

Art student

I hope that
Maybe
You're witty enough
To keep up
And keep me guessing.

Anna Jun 2013

Details

I love the little details
That decorate
Your body
Like fine art, gone unnoticed.

Anna Jun 2013

He sent me
'seductive'
Pictures
Of a hip bone
*******
And tongue.
This boy might actually
Be cute.