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 Jul 2014 tc
Megan Grace
how
m a n y
times   d o
i have   to tell
myself  it's  okay
to feel like there is an
entire tree growing inside
me  before  i  actually  accept
it
 Jul 2014 tc
Zaynub
darkness
 Jul 2014 tc
Zaynub
why were you only honest
at 3 am?

because
it was easier
for you to blend
the darkness of your soul
with the dark of the night.
 Jul 2014 tc
Zaynub
i loved doing nothing,
but with a companion.
i craved nothingness. i loved to hang out with people i could do nothing with. just sit in comfortable silence and enjoy each other’s presence.
 Jul 2014 tc
Mel
Selfish Thoughts #1
 Jul 2014 tc
Mel
Sometimes I just want to
**** myself, just so I can see
the world unravel itself,
to see all the people I love
get the news and lose feeling in their knees
and drop to the floor, or silently cry to themselves at lunch
or think about me whenever they hear or see a certain thing,
reminding themselves of an inside joke we once had.
To imagine those who disrespected,
took advantage
and carelessly stomped over our relationship like a hardwood floor--
as if I was ever stable enough to hold up the both of us--
let the merciless furry of regret scorch them and melt them from
the inside out, like acid on skin,
wishing that maybe they'd
shown how much they appreciated me,
instead of showing true to the prophecy:
You don't know what you have until it's gone.
Maybe I want this because I long to be the center of attention,
or maybe because I'm curious.
Or maybe because I just want the world to suffer.
I named this #1 because it's a selfish thought of many.
 Jul 2014 tc
Pea
heart
 Jul 2014 tc
Pea
ii.

my heart stops
at the bus stop
it is a jam
that has no end
other than of the world
 Jul 2014 tc
circus clown
some days i'm depressed because i don't understand myself.
i don't get why i wake up angry most mornings, or why the world around me feels so loud when i don't even get out of bed.
some days i wonder why your absence makes me want to *****, when i'm not sure i even miss you.
i'm trying to find the connection between the two.

there's this moment, every morning at about 8:30 when i'm smoking my first cigarette of the day, when i feel every cell in my body collapse and rearrange in strange ways i don't understand just at the sight of a patio chair that you could be sitting in.
there's this single sigh of desperation when i almost wish you were out of jail so you'd call me over to make love with such incredible intimacy and passion, then forget to follow through again.
you haven't done that in a while, i think you meant it the last time you said you didn't want me and you never have.
i still think you'd like me better if i were still in your bed.
i think i'd like me better, too.
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