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Erin Feb 2014
Boats are not cars.
Cats are not fish.
What a shame it would be
to compare a heart to a tree.
To compare you to me.
Erin Nov 2013
I'm drunk again
and thinking of you.
I'm trembling and shaking
because it's all too real.
I can't forget it.
What you did to me.
I let you have
everything.
Everything I had.
And I loved you
with every piece of me.
Like the time I was eight
and cried because I broke my arm.
I cried again
because you broke me.
Erin Mar 2014
she smells of alcohol
and cheap perfume.
the flowers you bought her
are wilting in a dumpster.
tonight she boards her shuttle
for another trip to a far away land.
somewhere distant
you and I can only imagine.
but the air outside is cold
as you're pounding on her door.
too far gone she is,
to hear your muffled yelling
and she doesn't love you.
I do.
Erin Jul 2014
You were three in the afternoon
And I was six a.m.
And jesus christ
Sometimes I was 8:59
To your 9 o' clock
Flirting in the spaces
Never to be synchronized
Floating in time
On different spectrums

Two weeks ago
I was two in the morning
And so were you
Our bodies filled the spaces
Time had never given to us

You are my
One.
Two.
Three.
Four.
Five.
Six.
Seven.
Eight.
Nine.
Ten.
Eleve­n.
Twelve.
o'clock

You are all my hours
Now is our time
Erin Mar 2014
Don't ever let anyone
tell you
that you can't shine.
Because to me
you are a diamond.
Erin Feb 2014
You and I are fiction.
I've got one foot in
and one foot out.
Make up your mind
please leave me no doubt.

Our story is untold.
Waiting to happen
like the sun waits to shine.
And suddenly everything
is okay and alright.

You and I are fiction.
You are the sand
and I am the sea.
Things never worked out
between you and me.
Erin Apr 2014
I drove an hour in pouring rain
to get to see you last night.
You showed me your favorite places
as we walked around town soaking wet.
We went back to your dorm
and changed our clothes.
Laying in your bed
our hands fumbling for each other
in the darkness.
Our lips tracing every square inch
of each others bodies.
I already knew the truth.
And I thought that this
would fix things.
But you said it was a mistake
as you held me close
in your arms.
You didn't feel
the same way about me.
I kissed you again
because I was dying
for your affection.
You kissed me back.
Was that a mistake too?
This can only be tonight
you said
last night.
based on a true story.
Erin Mar 2014
It's three in the morning
and your fingers run down my crooked spine
in the darkness.

It's three in the morning
and we are both breathing heavily
our bodies pressed as one.

It's three in the morning
and you tell me that you love me
and I smile in my sleep.

It's three in the morning
and it's pouring rain outside
while we sip coffee by candlelight.

It's three in the morning
and you are no longer here
so I take another drink of *****.
Erin Jan 2014
An empty bottle sits next to me
and the thoughts keep getting worse
And worse
And worse
And worse

My lungs are getting weaker
There's not much left in me

I can barely breathe anymore
and I can hear your voice again
And again
And again
And again
Erin Mar 2014
Wash your face.  
Brush your teeth.  
Bathe every day.  
Make sure to look your best.  
Comb your hair.  
Not that way, this way.  
Don’t wear that, it’s too short.  
Don’t wear that, it’s too revealing.
You don’t want people to get the wrong idea about you.  

Don’t be friends with boys.  
They’re nothing but trouble.  
You don’t want people to get the wrong idea about you.  

Make friends.  
Be nice to everyone who isn’t nice to you.  
Don’t let the people see you cry.  
You don’t want people to get the wrong idea about you.  

Wash your own clothes.  
Clean your room.  
Clean your bathroom.  
Help clean the house.  
This is how to iron.  
This is how to cook.  
This is how to clean.  
Not that way, this way.  
Don’t talk to people that way.  
You don’t want people to get the wrong idea about you.  

Don’t show people you’re weak.  
This is how to at properly in public.  
This is how to act properly to family.  
This is how to act properly at home.  
This is how to act properly at school.  
You don’t want people to get the wrong idea about you.
Erin May 2014
I grew up thinking it was okay
to have parents fought every day
and slept in separate rooms at night.

I grew up thinking it was okay
to hate yourself
more than to love yourself
and to damage your body beyond recognition
in order to be beautiful.

I grew up thinking it was okay
to let a boy walk all over you
and touch your body
because he whispered you the sweet words
he knew you wanted to hear.

I grew up thinking it was okay
to feel not good enough
for your parents
for yourself
for everyone.

I grew up thinking it was okay
to be
afraid.
sad.
alone.

It took me eighteen years to realize
It's not okay.
Erin Nov 2013
And with each stroke
I was getting weaker.
Passed out on the floor.
I'm sorry
for staining your carpet.
And I knew
that I could end it
right there.
Everything.
But I was too weak
and so in love with you.
That it hurt so much.
And this was my only escape.
Erin Mar 2014
In a hundred years
within dusty photographs,
children will wonder
why we never smiled.
But the truth is
that I was done
with concealing this sadness.
And the children will wonder
why we're so sad.
Because society told me
that I needed to hate myself.
Erin Mar 2014
Your scent lingers
on the 200 thread count sheets
we bought the day that it rained
and perhaps it was the sky
shedding a tear
because we mustered up the pocket change
to have a warm bed to sleep in
at night.
I didn't do the laundry
and I probably won't for a while
and I'll tell myself it's because
I don't have enough pocket change
because I can't tell myself the truth.
Today I unplugged the refrigerator
in the apartment
I couldn't afford the electricity
because I couldn't muster up the pocket change.
It's been 6 days since you left
with a backpack of clothes
a bus ticket
and some pocket change.
Erin Mar 2014
Sticks and stones may break my bones,
but words will never hurt me.

And the words turn
into drops
into waterfalls
into rivers
into oceans.

And they turn
and they turn
and they turn.

Sticks and stones may break my bones,
but words will never hurt me.

And the words wont leave now.
They're stuck in my head.
****.
*****.
*****.

And over again
and over again
and over again.

Sticks and stones may break my bones,
but words will never hurt me.

And the words tell me
that I'm not good enough
as I cry softly
into the night
wondering why.

And I cry
and I cry
and I cry.

Sticks and stones may break my bones.
And the words, they hurt me.
Erin Feb 2014
Tell me you love me
When I say that I hate you.

When I call you up
and it's 2:30 in the morning
because I've been
drinking away the pain,
Tell me you love me.

When I'm lying
on the bathroom floor
trembling and trying
to find the words to say
but I can't make a sound,
Tell me you love me.

When I'm carving
the remnants of pain
you caused me
into my skin,
Please tell me you love me.
Even though you don't.
Erin Feb 2014
We were a ship
that never
sailed.

You were the sea
unsteady
and weak.

I was the storm
just about
to leak.
A relationship that could have happened but didn't because of someone's existing personal problems/emotions.

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