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  Oct 2015 Kill me slowly
Diana Iriz
I’m on the verge of killing everyone
So there won't be an excuse
For no one to love me
(I'd **** you if I could
But *******
I'm addicted to the life in your eyes)
Kill me slowly Oct 2015
oh, she's the girl with the
cold lips
that sits in the corner
and mouths
words
she will never say
because she knows they're just too cold
for the average human.

ninety eight degrees hotter then you could ever be
but still she freezes you over with one look of her frosty eyes.

you get freezer burn
when she kisses you
but you like the feeling of being
chilled to the bone

mind over matter.
something over nothing.

am
i right?


i'm stuck in a constant state of nothing
and
apathy keeps me cold
while i make love by the fire.

in this world
im surrounded by hipsters
that i pick my teeth with
and my reasoning is
there lives matter as much as ants when you consider the things they do with their time.
and the worst thing is, for the most part i am right.

and i'm stuck in this miserable god forsaken city
with these miserable god forsaken clothes
on this miserable god forsaken
back.

smile so bright still, i do
but i still end up getting  cavities
from
their flesh inbetween my teeth.

tumblr ****.

recycled faces.

grody.


i hate people
but they taste so good.
especially their hopes and dreams

haha i really am a life ruiner.

bitter..?  i guess you could call her that
she tastes like stale water
with a little extra something on the side
she never fails to leave your toungue numb
though,

thats for sure.

so deadly
she is
but you know you love it.
there's a deep rooted craving
in all of us
for things that tear us apart
and

she's just
sharpened
her icicle fingers
pointed like knifes
that she'll run through your hair
when she makes you a cake filled with poison
on your birthday

it was made with love.
i honestly don't understand how they all ended up dead, officer.


what.

she'll pretend that she cares
and spin you a fabricated story
but she. really.  ******* doesn't.

you mean as much to her
as what she regurgitates onto paper

so a lot.

not.


she could **** you
in one foul swoop
but she likes to watch you fail
so
go ahead and scramble for a safety you will never find
eventually you're going to end up losing yourself
or your mind

it's the same thing these days.


i just want to find one person
who understands this disease
and
has the cure to make me love again
rebirth me
into a world where i belong and can rule

please
    


dear nonexistent identical clone of a person

whatever universe you are in
whatever you are called
whatever you are
if you understand me
please tell me you        
do


are you trapped in a paradox just like me..?
will you call me on Sunday's after a bad run in at the church where i end up shooting a little bit too much of you up into my veins, to make sure i'm still breathing?
how do you like me and your eggs
battered, broken, or sunny side down?

the answer is no.

silly goose.

no one loves you.
and
no one is there listening on the other side of that phone.
(universe)
the line is dead
and so is your humanity.



these puns
and these lines
that i've been writing around this head
are driving me nuts.
i'm knitting a noose for your neighbor
but this has all left me without a single hair on my head.

i'm sorry that i'm so frustrating



so where was i..it seems i've lost track of where this all began?

i plead the fifth.

this girl.

right.

nevermind.          


there's not too much to her, really.
she's simplistically consistent in her ways.

oops

sorry

that
was a lie.


maybe next time you'll get it right
and get the **** over yourself


okay.

let's start over.


****
i'm losing my mind



she's the girl with the
pale face
that sits in the corner

the girl with the
antartica heart
that you just can't warm.
she'll **** you before she lets you try.
in fact.


not today
though
and
not tomorrow

     not you
not again.

heed my warning

step back before you
die
before
i
freeze your heart next to mine.


              before you're trapped forever.
.
haughty. hateful. histeric.

rambling just happens to be my forte
Kill me slowly Oct 2015
i wrote about who i was, in the sand.
and put my pictures of us on the shore..
im sorry for being a stick in the mud
but
i just can't forget you.

at least
not
today.


maybe it's these memories
sitting atop my shoulders
and in the trees
hidden
in the leaves
entangled in my hair..

you always were a little catty
i knew you were wild
but you won't come down
from that tree
on my head
and i guess
i've
built this sand castle
for us
to sleep in
for
nothing
.

im tired.
okay.

i need at least another eight hours.

scratch that.

make it eleven. eleven more hours to be free of you.

i can't grow in this substrate that you've planted me in
you've filled my veins with sand
and im a bit too hard for everyone's liking these days...
(if you know what i mean.)


i need to sleep
but all i can think about is how much
i hate you
all at once and
not at all

i shouldn't have given you a chance but i let my guard down
and i let you water me with your crocodile tears.

pathetic.

i should have realized we were toxic but you soaked yourself into my veins
and now im growing on the false pretense that you loved me.

once.

maybe..?

you kissed me.
and i foolishly opened my mouth to let you in.  
but you bit down on my tongue
and your holding it hostage
and suddenly you've turned into the kids who kicked over my sandcastle that one summer
and laughed at me in tears

i was so proud of that **** sand castle.
*******.


k.

i need to sleep
and its only eleven in the **** morning.
i got four hours last night
because i woke up to you
sticking sandbags into my skin
and i broke my back getting up this morning
as i tried to breathe

so yeah,
i'll cry you a river
i'll cry you a ******* ocean if it makes you miles apart from my mind
my house
my bed
MY
skin.
my town.

god do
i miss the days when i didn't have to write poetry to cope with this bone-crushing feeling i get
when i see your ugly girlfriend

(who i made out with, might i add.)

she's fourteen years old
and you're going on nineteen.

nice.

i wrote poems in the sand of who i was before i met you
the things i wanted to do
the man i wanted to marry
the person i wanted to be
i told the shore all of my secrets
and you collected them like seashells.
a little memento of what you murdered somewhere on the left side of my chest
and you know what keep that old broken down thing
what the **** would i need it for anyways

if love means leaving bruises on someone's legs
and making someone scared to go outside of your arms
then i don't want it anymore.
scratch that.
ever again.

i keep stock of the good times
and keep count of the bad
write your name
and my heart out
in the sand

and come morning
the waves  have washed it all away.
if nothing meant something
maybe you wouldn't mean anything to me

oh wait...you don't.

too sporadic, too sleepy.
tough luck.
Kill me slowly Oct 2015
i have a tumbleweed heart, by nature.
it's been this way since i was born
and the disease is incurable
there is
nothing we can do now
except say goodbye
to the person i once was that they use to love so deeply
whatever they saw in me is now swept
away
like the **** on your kitchen floor
whatever memories you hold in your heart of me are now gone
and in the garbage disposal
(somewhere right next to my heart)

it won't be long now
i can feel it taking over.

the winds picking up
and we both know
it's not going to take much to ******* away. from you.
Kill me slowly Oct 2015
the faces come and go
i hate them all the same.
Kill me slowly Oct 2015
drop me like i dropped you.
give me a taste of the medicine
that you drown yourself in.
hold that knife tight
go ahead and take a stab

make me
feel
    It

make
me
       feel
something
.
what happens when your apathy turns to hate
for everyone not like you..?

lets find out.
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