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  Dec 2014 ruby stains
Devon Webb
If you told me
you cared
I wouldn't
believe you.
  Dec 2014 ruby stains
Devon Webb
We are critical.

We find flaws in
everything we see
because nobody
wants to write
about perfection,
even though sometimes
we wish we could just stay
staring into that
unblemished surface.

2. We are never satisfied.

We live our lives upon
mountains of
scrunched up
bits of refill and
ideas we gave up
trying to
express.

3. We never forget.

We write words about
eye contact made
three months ago
that we replay over
and over in our minds
even though it
stopped
being relevant.

4. We are fickle.**

Our emotions flash
from one
to the other
like strobe lighting that
disorientates us
until we feel as if
the world
will never be still.

5. We are exposed.

We don't know how
to keep our feelings
to ourselves so
we'll write them
down for
you to find
'accidentally'.

6. We are vulnerable.

We wear our
hearts on our sleeves
and won't lift a
muscle to fight back
if somebody tries
to break it
because we thrive
from the pain.

7. We will never stop.

We will never stop
feeling and
we will never stop
hurting,
we will never stop
breaking and
bleeding and
loving
even though the cycle
is endless
and we know what's
coming next.


We are addicted
to agony,
but we agonise
for the art.
It's worth it though.
  Dec 2014 ruby stains
Devon Webb
I wish I was
sober enough
to kiss you
properly
ruby stains Dec 2014
she tosses her head back and laughs, white teeth flashing and soft skin escaping your aching lips, pulling you in by your shirt collar and showing you künä.
1. trócaire : mercy in irish form
2. künä : sin in kazakh form
  Dec 2014 ruby stains
CE Thompson
my god
what kind of god are you
all i wanted was to be your
heaven
all i wanted was to be your
star
how could you lie to me?
you taught me that the stars in the sky were
brilliance
benevolence
all i wanted was to be your
star
but i can see through your lies now
spread across the vastness of the sky stars are
beautiful
but stars are also
alone
they are born
writhing in pain
screaming with fire and fury
and they die
wrapped in shrouds of cold and darkness
out of reach
millions of years away

my god
what kind of god are you
  Dec 2014 ruby stains
Tyler Durden
Why is it the "love" I felt with her
Felt quick, we always remarked
"I can't believe it's been this long
I feel like it was yesterday..."
Yet this "love" I feel with you
Feels slow, but evenly paced.
We always remak
"I can't belive its only been this long
It feels like forever."
Just Getting my thoughts out of my head
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