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 Dec 2015 Becca DeMateo
JDK
Social cues are common,
and should be hard to miss.
I find that social cues are oft -
hang on a second, I gotta take a ****.
* * *
What was I saying? Oh, right.
Social cues are awkward,
but I grew up in a weird environment.
I think that was his subtle way of asking me to leave . . .
I guess what I'm trying to say, is I want to take a bite out of your soul like an apple.

want to leave a bite mark in who you are,
to give my antibodies to help fight infection,
build a scab over the tooth mark

want to regrow
slightly darker scar tissue over the bite mark I left there.

Leaving a little island on the orb.

I guess what I'm saying is
I want to mechanically be a part of you

want to digest who you are to help fight diseases in my body.

wanna take you like a vitamin  
wake up every morning to take my daily dose

like a nice clean bite out of an Apple.
Wispy Orb of you. your essence

then stick it right back in your chest.
with a tiny little tooth mark indent left by my bite.
ready to heal where I left it.

I want you to take a bite right outta my soul too,
want the nutrients of who we are to coarse through our bodies
repair the bite marks.
leave scars on us.

Dark little landmarks so we never forget the bite.
we both love kissing scars
so much that why wouldn't we want our own personal landmarks

i guess what I'm saying is, I'm allergic to apples.
but i'm not allergic to people.
If I run out of allergy pills and vitamins
I might as well get my daily dose of happiness.
i'll be ****** if you aren't my prescribed dose of happiness
no doctor handed me papers or charged me a fee
i don't have an insurance plan to help me pay for you.
but at least I can't run out
so i don't need to worry about faxing my doctor to renew my pharmacy pickup

I guess what I'm trying to say is
if my personality was an apple I would be allergic too it, but I'd let you take a bite.

I guess what I'm trying to say is:
I already have a scar for you, and you already kiss it.
He is her starlight on a dark night...
He's a glimmer of hope in a hopeless world.
My thoughts are an ocean
They stretch farther than the eye can see
Scary to all
Beautiful to some
Vast and full of questions with few answers
The deeper you look the darker they get
They come through in waves
Large masses charging in from the horizon
Crashing against the rocks behind my eyes
Disintegrating to sparkling sea foam
Before I can grasp them
The waves come to life
Pummeling me
Grabbing for my throat
I slowly drown in myself
As they carry me to shore
My body finally feels the warmth
Of the sun
 Dec 2015 Becca DeMateo
Scar
If I can find a way
To claw deep enough into my mind
I swear I can reverse time
Go back to a picture
Of a curly haired boy in forest green
Before we knew what growing up would be
We could hate our parents' choices under string light ribbon trees
Share secrets in smokey backyard plywood sheds
Drive home and feel the sky pierce through our chests and
Maybe I could even draw your neck on my arm
With all the shadows that used to hit it in the concert hall
Maybe if we time things perfectly -
Go back to the high school parking lot, football field, basement
Things would be exactly as they were
I don't want to forget what you looked like when maybe you loved me
Everything is your memory -
Plaid shirts and yarn wrapped wrists
Christmas lights and ****** knuckles
***** and frosted windshields
Everything goes from yesterday to a year ago then two
I met a girl once.
and man she was breathtaking. she wasn't the kind to model or act but ****, she was breathtaking. she didn't have the best maskara or lipstick on but when I kissed her, it felt like she absorbed all my problems slowly until my only problem was how to keep her close to me at all times. I knew that the only thing I could do was create an equation to calculate the distance between us then when we hit the perfect 0 I'll multiply it by infinity. the first thing she stole from me was my heart, but I had to let her go cos the only evidence I had were these feelings and the judge and jury were like lonely paralyzed people, they just couldn't feel anything. She stole from me again, no pun intended but she stole my breath right under my nose which was easy for her cos my lungs couldn't find a heart to supply air to, cos she had that too. She was a good crook and she only stole pennies and cents in hope that she could change what I think about her . But she didn't. I still think she's breathtaking.

Moore Damiebi
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