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  Jul 2014 Addison René
Nisna M
You told me to start loving myself so i stole some roses from the cemetery and gave them to the skeletons in my closet but when i came home at 3AM after the storm all i found were broken bones and thorns.
Addison René Jul 2014
i'm sorry...
believe me when i say i wanted to tell you i was leaving,
it's just that my heavy heart can't take this pain anymore
and that you're ******* understanding
i'm sorry...
believe me when i say i love you
it's just that i can't love you like the way you love me
and you're too wrapped up in your little fantasy life
i'm sorry...
  Jul 2014 Addison René
Molly
I texted you
at 12:30 a.m.
with a beer can on my bedside table,
asked you
if you remember
how my lips taste,
told you
it's been a while
since anyone's touched me
like you used to,
added
haha, I love you
to texts that
didn't quite make sense;

I asked for it.

That's what I keep
telling myself.
It's not ****
if I gave consent,
it's not ****
if you didn't touch me,
it's not ****
if I said yes when
you offered to make me less lonely.

I remember when
that boy you were always jealous of
told me he loved me,
I remember wanting to say it back,
I remember the smell of
my mom's *****
on his breath.

I said no.
Took his arm off my shoulder,
turned my head away,
told him not to kiss me,
told him not tonight,
told him he was drunk,
he was lying to himself,
he was just lonely,
he would not love me
in the morning.

I was right.
He told me
the last thing he remembered
was sitting down next to me,
he said
sorry if I tried anything,
I said he didn't.

My point is,

the boy I loved,
longed for,
still long for,
was giving himself to me,
his flushed cheek on my shoulder,
his hands in my hair,
my name on his lips,
and I said no.

My point is,

I, whom you knew to be vulnerable,
to be empty,
to be broken,
was begging you to save me,
my desire on your phone screen,
my scars in your memories,
my cries echoing in your eardrums,
and you asked for more.

My point is,

there comes a point
in every person's life
when they are given the choice
to do the right thing,
or do the wrong thing
and convince them self
it was the only option.

My point is,

I could have been
at your doorstep,
in your bedroom,
begging,
pleading,
naked,
ready,
and the right answer
still would have been
no.

My point is,

you did not **** me,
but you made me feel violated.
You are not a *** offender,
but you are an awful person.
I did say yes,
but you should have said no.

My point is,

I may have asked for it,
but that doesn't mean
you should've given it to me.
I am not sure if any of you have been through something similar, but it's hard to know who to blame in this type of situation. If you have any personal experiences feel free to message me.

Sorry I haven't posted in a while.
Addison René Jul 2014
THE WAY YOU LOOKED AT ME COULD MAKE A NEW BORN CHILD SWOON

2. THE THE FRECKLES ON YOUR NOSE WERE LIKE TINY STRAWBERRY SEEDS

3. THE CURLS FELL PERFECTLY ACROSS YOUR OCEAN EYES LIKE THE CONTINENTAL DRIFT

4. WHEN YOU SPOKE, WHAT LEFT YOUR MOUTH TRANSCENDED FROM YOUR HEART

5. THE WORLD REVOLVED AROUND YOU

6. TOMORROW IS TUESDAY

7.  THAT THE SKELETONS IN MY CLOSET ALL LEAD BACK TO YOURS

8. FOR ONCE IN MY LIFE I AM HUMBLED TO HAVE KNOWN YOU (at least, i wish)

9. YOU WERE JUST ANOTHER LESSON I LEARNED THE HARD WAY

10. *******
Addison René Jul 2014
i yearn so dearly
to be intricate
and nomadic
but for now
i'm bound to this town that's gone to ****
and with these people so scared of change
while i am,
on the other hand:
*hungry for it
Addison René Jul 2014
you and me -
we were like a train wreck waiting to happen
like watching animal planet by yourself late at night
about a lion stalking young gazelle in the sahara
and trying to turn your head
when he goes in for the ****
but you can't
you always told me,
"hey, love is pain"
but this kind of pain hurt so bad
it felt good
i liked it when you ripped my heart out
so swiftly and remorselessly
i was your conquest,
and you,
my conquerer
the lines you  told me
the last day we spoke
i now have so religiously memorized
and i play on repeat
over,
and over,
and over again
and ever since
i haven't wanted to wait for another train wreck to happen again
Addison René Jul 2014
two breaths
two hearts
two minds
all
so
different


*two of a kind
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