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Shannon Delaney Mar 2015
If you were a poet,
would your words be bitter?
Shannon Delaney Mar 2015
There’s a hammer in my heart,
Maybe a ticking time bomb
I don’t know which,
But something deep inside me
Is counting down
Or breaking open my chest
All I know is the feeling
That I get when I lie in bed
Your memory a ghost
Still holding me in my sleep
I wake only to a constant timer
And a horrid, rhythmic thumping
In my rib cage
That will never leave
Shannon Delaney Mar 2015
i was on the ground before
i had even realized i was falling
Shannon Delaney Feb 2015
I said my love doesn’t live here anymore
He’s gone, moved away
Left everything behind
Every little memory
It doesn’t matter anymore
That’s what you said
But I can see you touch
Every tangible reminiscence
Of someone who abandoned me
Shannon Delaney Feb 2015
i called you,
and when you came
i wanted you to go away
Shannon Delaney Feb 2015
I’m not scared I will never know you
I’m more scared you and I are more alike than we know
Desperate and unprecedented in the worst way
Do I really want to love you?

I know you far better than you realize
I know myself the way I know you
We have the same souls
I don’t fall in love with strangers
But I could never love myself either
And if we are made of the same thing
Can I really stay with you?
Shannon Delaney Dec 2014
i injected caster sugar into my veins and i’m still waiting for the high to hit. i drew a smiley face on the desk at school and they called me a delinquent and i think they overreacted a bit, and they said that dreamers never go anywhere in life, but i’m writing this on the moon.
part of a story from a while ago
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