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 Dec 2013 Basko
Morgan
track 12
 Dec 2013 Basko
Morgan
i regret keeping my eyes closed
every time you kissed me
and i regret falling asleep first
in your bedroom
i regret looking out the window
while you were driving
and i regret skipping songs
on your mixed tape
i regret the time i spent
tracing any line that
wasn't on your body
i regret every time
i laid my head on a pillow
when your chest was available
*but most of all
i regret the time it took
for me to learn that
even the things that
make you feel infinite
can't possibly last forever
 Dec 2013 Basko
Morgan
outside-in
 Dec 2013 Basko
Morgan
too many mornings i laid in your bed,
pretending to sleep, with your sheets
pulled up over my head
because i was afraid of what
you'd think if you saw my
naked face

and too many afternoons
i held my arms crossed
over my rib cage
hoping no one would see
how stupid i could be,
thinking if i drained the blood
from my veins or spilled
my guts into the sink,
maybe i'd start to shrink

and too many nights i cried
in the bathroom with all of my
clothes on, in front of the shower,
because i was afraid to feel my thighs
touch under the water

i spent too many hours
forcing my collar bones
out of my chest,
never stopping to notice
my life as it fell
away from me
with the rest
 Dec 2013 Basko
dafne
plain
 Dec 2013 Basko
dafne
I'm not beautiful
I'm not bright
I'm not talented
Or precious in anyones sight

I'm plain
With brown eyes
And brown hair
And average everything

No I don't want you to pity me
I don't even want to pity myself

I'll never amount to anyones dream
I'll never be enough
And I'll usually be ignored

I have to cope with what I have
And who I am
Because I can't wait for someone
To change me
And pick me up
And make me feel significant
Because there will be a desperation
To tough to handle
Like an alcoholic
Waiting for their next drink
And cigarette smoker
Waiting for their break
To smoke another.

And they will never
Get their drink
Or get their cigar
And they'll die
Of weariness
Like I die
Waiting for
**you
I don't even know who "you" is yet
Who are "you"?
 Dec 2013 Basko
Nameless
She found the most beauty
in the most painful things.

And she couldn’t decide
if that was madness,
or poetic in the purest sense.

And perhaps there really is no difference between the two.
 Dec 2013 Basko
Olivia Kent
Farm Animals!

Entered like a lamb.
Meek and mild.
Spent time with me.
Capricious goat.
Licked me like a passionate pup.
Visited me a playful pony.
Loved me as a stallion.
Kept your **** for Sunday lunch.
And then galloped away!
By ladylivvi1

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