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nichole r Jun 2014
drowns everyone out
but I start breathing.
nichole r Jun 2014
I think I finally found a person
worthy of my metaphors.

I will say he is sunshine after a long week of rain.
nichole r Jun 2014
my heart tap dances in my chest
almost skipping
out on my tongue
to escape the cavernous cage
that is my ribs.
nichole r Jun 2014
but I will miss
writing
in the afterlife.

it was the only way
I could slice open my veins
and bleed out my words
without making a mess.
nichole r Jun 2014
poetry is the only escape from the nightmare we call living.
nichole r Jun 2014
he crams pills down his throat
two of them
every night
just so "he won't feel the pain"
even though he wants to hurt himself

m o r e  t h a n  e v e r.
nichole r Jun 2014
I wrote so many poems
for him
that impossibly
I was running out of metaphors.
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