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 Nov 2017 Cheighny
Anne Curtin
I am a poet who cannot write,
a reader who cannot follow a sentence.

I wear four sweaters yet cannot feel warm,
know secrets I cannot tell.

I want to run but have no place to go,
I am screaming but cannot open my mouth.
You always bite my neck before you kiss me.

With us it's always lust over intimacy.

You're careful not to leave a mark, careful not to leave any proof.  

But I can feel it under my skin, it's your way of making sure I can't forget you, while making sure no one else will ever know about us.

It's like your always here, but standing just out of my reach.

One day I'll say no to you,

At least that's what I tell myself everytime you leave.
 Nov 2017 Cheighny
Jobie
Above You
 Nov 2017 Cheighny
Jobie
Lay me to rest in the attic
Lace cobwebs and buttons,
the spiders will provide my attire
It'll be just like
the dress I wore at our wedding
Except this time
you'll kiss me goodbye
 Nov 2017 Cheighny
Crystal
break.
 Nov 2017 Cheighny
Crystal
When I told you I wanted to hurt myself again you said
" Please don't" and I replied with
"Why not? The cuts will fade away one day"

You said " The ones on your arm? Sure they will. But not the ones you'll leave on my heart if you do"

I miss that you. The one that cared and loved so hard.

She broke your heart.
So in return you broke mine.

Funny what heartbreak does to people.

Because now I've broken him,
and I am currently watching him break her.
An endless cycle.
Love is stupid.
 Nov 2017 Cheighny
olive
The first time I heard you say you'd leave,
The first time I heard you say you don't love me,
The first time you said you were moving on,
The first time you said you loved me; you were wrong.
You were wrong, so ******* wrong. The first taste of doubt is what makes you see someones true feelings.
 Nov 2017 Cheighny
J M
Talk of all how fast these weeks will go unkept
And all the words we said wont be left to forget
Hard to think these miles are so true
Scream silently and smile on cue
But she will paint faces in cardboard places
And I walk amongst the ever setting sunset
And she cries for angels in all the wrong spaces
As I crawl to make a point for my regrets
Walk the dock and slip to places no one sees
Keep behind a piece of what is supposed to be
Bend a page of all we used to keep
Hard to give up chances on fake southern dreams
But she will paint faces in cardboard places
As I work amongst the ever living dead
And her smile is contagious, ditzy and painless
Giving hope to all the focus up ahead
We slip into the vast uncertainty
Walk amongst the dead to wait and see
Speak against the grain and catch me in the rye
Run around and save us from our lies
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