carla-michelleWhisper

American

Birth DayTwo years ago I wore bunny ears and a bunny tail on Halloween at the exact same moment I texted you "Happy Birthday". / Twelve mini-cupcakes later, Two years later, I can't decide whether or not It will be a happy birth day.

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Oct 30, 2016

x=y**You are a shotgun that shoots me with flowers, that stick to my skin like the wet morning air. / You are apologies left unread hidden in the mailboxes of the people I love during the humid summers of Florida. / You are a pocket knife.

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Oct 28, 2016

becausebecause i know you / because i have felt you / in the shower

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Oct 6, 2016

I have conquered loveI have conquered love. / I need no more the boy I once used to admire, I need no more of him. / I have accepted love.

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Aug 12, 2016

Dear BulimiaDear Mom, I **hate** you for pointing out my insecurities every day of my adolescent life. I used to love you before I noticed you couldn't love me the way I was. Dear middle/high school, I **hate** you for making me fight for my body like it was a war. Dear myself, I **hate** you for caring so much about things that shouldn't matter and for making me obsess over the every little calorie. / Dear Bulimia/Anorexia: / I used to love you, I used to be proud to show you off, I used to be careless about the way you made me feel. I used to come home and weight myself five time a day, I used to measure out my dimensions. I used to rationalize calories for different parts of the week, and on bad times, throughout the months. I used to eat 6 almonds every day for three months and taught myself that fainting is just like sleeping. I used to scratch my head and pull out locks of my hair. I loved you, like a heroine addict loves dope.

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Mar 14, 2016

I should have written you as non-fiction.At fifteen you showed me the thrill out of life I always craved and If I wasn't such a pessimist, I would have told you I wanted to, too. / You would drive me around in your car, drifting with the winds at midnight smoke sessions. / At sixteen you stopped seeing her, and her, and her. You stared to talk about her, crying about her. You called me and you called, my god you called. I would let you drive me around, holding fingers with the smell of once faded smoke residue on your car seats.

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Feb 28, 2016

8wI am glad I lived to love you.

Jan 14, 2016

She can cut diamonds.She can cut diamonds. / There will always be / Some hard elements

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Jan 14, 2016

History.I'd start by asking you, politely / if I could explore the depths of your body / like a librarian in an endless library

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Jan 13, 2016

Era of Heartbreak and the HeartlessI have recently started to work on individual pieces that will later go into an entire piece (such as this one) about things in my life in which I find. Find what exactly? I'll leave that up to interpretation. / My idea here is to end the sugar coating of the realness of growing up. / **To the age of Heartbreak and the Heartless, I write for you**

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Dec 14, 2015

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