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coffeegirl Jan 2020
With you
Hand in mine
On the sofa
Listening
Earbuds in
Edit: this is obviously no longer the finished version. Look for [Sofa Beats] under my profile ^-^
coffeegirl Nov 2019
And she glanced at the water that pooled in the shallows of the street.
And she glanced at the lights that glowed off the water.
And she glanced at the buildings that hid stories of loss and life and love.
And she didn't get it.
She didn't hear the people in conversation around her
She didn't feel the cool air sweeping down on her
She didn't see the love in this little painting.
But how could she see the colors and not understand them?
coffeegirl Nov 2019
but all is pink
and nothing is blue
except for his eyes 
his eyes are polished 
crystal
and nothing is grey
except for the thing
in the corner of the room.
coffeegirl Jan 2019
My red flags
Are bloodied rags
And blood-shot eyes
Over body bags.

My bad decisions
Are only comprehended
When stinging incisions
Are not met with stitches.

I never saw the knife,
You held tight.
I never saw the knight,
Fall. In spite

Im not blind.
So why?

Why my red flags go up so late?
What use do you have--my head on your plate?
And why do you try to manipulate,
My red flags to go up too late?
coffeegirl Jan 2019
The worst part about Hell
isn't the flames,
But the hopelessness.

It's the knowledge
That there is no escape.
There is no end
To your inevitable pain.
And suffering.

It's the knowledge
That there is life
There is beauty
But you'll never get it.
You'll never get out.

No matter how high you reach.
No matter how loud you scream.
Playing around with free form where punctuation is symbolic.
coffeegirl Nov 2018
She made her home in florescents
He was comforted by darkness
They were both okay with nothing
But I didn't inherit nearsightedness

I won't be drug under gravestones
I won't be untangled by a mess
I don't want your hand-me-down tears
Or your legacy of unhappiness

— The End —