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betty s May 2011
We don't touch
Thoughts wonder to how your skin
would respond to my skin.

We don't kiss
But my lips find that yours
are the best to connect with.

We are best friends
So why does my heart flip flop
when I go visit you at work?

My favorite thing is
how much my stomach hurts
from our laughter.

**** **** **** ****
I don't want to feel it.
betty s May 2011
I've isolated you on an island in my mind
Piling my hopes for us and my thoughts of you to create the walls of a castle settled in the middle of the island.
My tears have filled up the lake around it.
The clouds in the sky swirled together by how dizzy you can still make me.

Whenever I need it, I take a picture of the two of us and sail in it to you.
Your smile greets me. Sweet eyes and warm hands.
Strolling through phantoms trees, I relive our best moments.
I can feel you there, running ahead of me.

It is only when I run after you, that I am shook back to reality
In the middle of my bed, not an island.
I can still try to chase you
You aren't there.
betty s Apr 2011
water pouring cascading
no one is here

tears streaming flowing
no one is here

pain pulsing pressing
no one is here

finger lifted
reasons readied
poke gag choke
...release.

no one is here.
betty s Oct 2010
Take my heart. I need none of it.
This muscle.
It doesn't beat without you.
Without you, I'm naked as I was born.

Take my heart. I need you more.
(I found this in a box that I just unpacked next to a self portrait I did when I was 15...I was angst-y even then)
betty s Sep 2010
I want to shake my brain
for more words.

I think music
has filled it

Lyrics, melodies, and songs
are all that's there

I wished for so long
and it's not fair

I can't wait. I'm not waiting.
I'm done

But it is so quiet and I am alone.
So the music fills up the air
in place of things blocked
Smell the notes? Taste the words?
I'll sit here in the dark letting the smooth tune roll
over my back, slide up my face, rush through my hair
down my body.
there is nothing else here.
betty s Jun 2010
scars and scabs
hairy with dirt
awkward limbs
covered with fat
how is this beauty?
pulling, plucking
washing never clean
smoothing down
starving for truth
show them something real.
betty s Apr 2010
the dull beat crashes into my heart
slowly constant
breathing gets to hard to bear,
then the melody calls
and washes over my soul.
his words strung together in a song
and it flies through my body.
every fear gone
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