place me in that chest
the old one downstairs
take out my hairs
one by one
stroke my nose
send those letters
to the young girl
who we used to love
don't ask any questions
I have been touched
and we can't take that back
I am *****
and I cannot feel you
he made me scream
I can't scream anymore
lock me away
close my eyes
find yourself a friend
I am not she
you must leave now
we will never
be strong enough
to save this soul

I would let you live in my skin,
for the eternity if you wish,
but you could never carry my sin,
under the burden you'd be squished.

I would let you wear my shoes,
for miles if you find it sweet,
but you could never handle the screws,
they are built of concrete.

Hey everyone,

I'd like to propose a challenge.

Grab a book, any book, and open to page 49.
6th line.
5th word.
Make a poem, and use that word as its title.
Be sure to make sense, and relate the topic to title!

Tag your poems as bookpoemchallenge so I can check them out. I'll be sure to like, comment, add to collection, share the poems which I enjoyed reading.
Best of luck.

my cousin started hoarding all of my things.
she has my old iphone cases even though she's six.
she almost took a necklace from me, but I stood my ground
for the first time in a long time and I told her that
that stupid piece of jewlery had sentimental value.
she helped me search my dresser drawers for a new chain.
she can't quite see over the kitchen counter, but **** is she smart.
she's the kind of girl who can tell if you're bullshitting her,
but she still believes in fairytales.
she will hug you on the couch when she knows that you need it
and watch your favorite childhood movies with you,
even though she makes you fast forward through the scary parts
and I am so lucky to love her.

when I was five, I met my best friend
in the back of a kindergarten classroom.
we have matching clothes even though
she was morally against that until I came along
and she will cater to your musical needs
even when she's the one who's driving.
we want to **** each other when we go on road trips,
but ****, is she smart.
I don't know if she still believes in fairytales,
but I think that she might be my soulmate.
she will buy you lipstick that she thinks will look good on you
and makes sure that you get home okay,
even though you've only been separated
for ten minutes anyway
and I am so lucky to love her.