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 Dec 2014
ethereal
"fall, don't worry, i'll catch you" you whisper sweetly in my ear
now the blood is gushing from my cranium
i guess it's my own **** fault
 Dec 2014
ethereal
i
If I beg you to break me will you shatter me to pieces?
If I plead and cry on my knees will you hurt me?
If I ask you kindly with my eyes to the ground
If I whisper in your ear in the middle of the night
If I scream it in the pillows
Will you make me bleed?
Will you make me feel?
Will you make the numbness go away?
Will you bruise me?
Make me remember why I'm here.
I thought about not putting that last line in. "Make me remember why I'm here." I showed this poem to a good friend of mine who told me not to censor myself, not to pretend the pain I'm feeling isn't here for the sake of not wanting to be crude, so I put it back in. She told me without the last line of this poem no one really knows why I want the pain, "it would be like ripping out the last five chapters of a good book" in her words. I agree.
 Dec 2014
ethereal
Girl meets boy
Boy can't handle affection because his father hit him as a child

Boy meets girl
Girl stops eating because thats what her mother taught her
 Dec 2014
ethereal
Her pill bottles are empty
As empty as her bed
She's a modern day damsel
Sobbing 'til she's dead.
 Nov 2014
ethereal
I crave emotion like I crave pizza
But I can't have it
I can't let myself devour every ounce of love that comes my way
I can't become dependent on the infamous L word that has broken me
I'm emotionally anorexic,
But sometimes I'm bulimic
Sometimes I'll hunt down my prey, and **** them dry of their love
I'll crave it until I'm stuffed full, and then I'll purge it out
I'll tell them I hate them,
I'll tell them to leave forever
I'll push them away until I'm broken and sad and alone
And anorexic again
Until I'm back where I belong, in the corner of my room
Crying, sobbing, craving affection, but not letting myself have it
Because I don't want to be fat with lust
I can't gain a single pound because if I do
I'll be weak.
 Nov 2014
ethereal
I love the way your skin folds against itself when you sit a certain way.
The way you unknowingly try so hard to touch more of your own flesh,
like you can’t get enough of yourself.

I can relate.
 Nov 2014
ethereal
I had a dream that I was dead
I shook and stilled across my bed
Black and white mixed with grey
And life as I knew it faded away
I looked toward the sky and toward the ground
I suddenly know where I am bound
Like a wild spirit set finally free
I sprang to my feet and dance wildly
I rise and sink and swim and sing
All the while, reality rings
Cold and dark and loud with sadness
My life grows bright and filled with madness
And though I longed to steal my dreams
I knew one day I’d tear the seams
My life and my love is painfully fleeting
Though I will be glad to finally be leaving

— The End —