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Oct 2015 · 358
It Comes, Naturally
Feeling Real Oct 2015
Every day's the same
I fall apart
To make it out and return
It's too hard
The cracks in my skin
I've torn into
The gaps between our bodies
I've looked into
I've got this nothingness inside me
Everyone can see right through
I'm doing nothing
Dancing late night through my room
Curtains open, come and help me
I am nothing like you
I'm terribly confused
And conflicted
My every other thought is wicked
I drown in sickness
Oct 2015 · 594
Pouting
Feeling Real Oct 2015
You only care when there’s a buckshot to your back
You only pause for the delivery, the action
The match has gone up and left charred the skin

The memory is still there, from years of solidarity
The repeated visits lend the permanence
And no more than an empty lot now, I leave

There once were 2 lilac bushes and a field for my dogs
We lock them in crates now, the outside is only a bathroom

I haven’t had the heart in me to unchain them
i don't actually abuse my dogs :)
Sep 2015 · 671
Belladonna, Dear
Feeling Real Sep 2015
The poisonous woman aches
Her sinuous steps accented by her platform
Shoes higher than your pay grade
Mouth never smiling, even through her laughter

She's the demonized walker
The preferred companion and smoothest talker

If you catch her at night, the shadows swept into being
She'll wave you off without asking your offering
She'll take your cigarettes, your money, your heart
Crushing us beneath her is a pleasantry

She's the missing link
She's the entitled goddess we love to hate

This ***** knows what it is to be an object
But dear Belladonna refuses to bite
She's the purest sadist, the blue in her eyes
She's the sanguine sacrifice, ready die
insp by the book belladonna but i love the idea of great people hating themselves so look where it's brought me
Sep 2015 · 319
Autumn Mourning
Feeling Real Sep 2015
I'm sick with power, sick, in too deep
Tracing power lines along every street
The corners lament, the station cement
The rotting woods ready to be replaced

Nowhere around has decay like I do
So fear the ready souls
We lengthen the sun, we race and we won
But dawn comes quickly for repose
Sep 2015 · 376
I Made a Friend
Feeling Real Sep 2015
I would rather tear apart the witness
Frozen, he stands on the ground
The truth is a marvel, a lion, a moat
I conquer! I siege!

My monastery dance, no ankles, no *******
Hello, wandering eyes, left - bereft
Swear your majesty their tragedy is yours
I look upon theft for reward

It’s all porcelain before quake
We meet and you sit not anticipating shake
My weight falls great to outlast days
No longer! **** me!
Sep 2015 · 355
Refusal
Feeling Real Sep 2015
There is nothing harder than
Sleeping curled around fragments
Anchored into oblivion

Dream of foreign planets
Skies that open wide from day to night
Snuffing the sun out was a too-quick endeavor

I see his face sometimes, after drowning myself
I blame his face sometimes, for ever having been
I ache sometimes to flash to the ending

It would make sense that less is more
I would eat less if I knew it would shake my core
My convictions are flag-bearing ships

Who would sail to a new land to taste the sea?
Salt water poisons and I grate that hardness in me
It's the garnish on all of my meals
alludes to an eating disorder
Sep 2015 · 788
Down the Depths (I)
Feeling Real Sep 2015
I just felt myself die

And every second afterwards was a reminder

Flesh is not as tempting as you made it seem

It just is a mark that escapes notice


And today I watched a suicide

Written cleanly between the lines of poetry

There were enough reason to leave me gasping

Sharing the panicked desperation of their loved ones mourning

It was pretty to watch them degrade

Their sawdust imprinted on skin

I was told to take it standing up

Far away from the floor I was tempted to decay upon

At attention I couldn’t help but to stop, drop, and roll


I learned to keep myself safe before I learned my name

Lost in translation through the years

My priorities shifted from existing to pretending I wasn’t inside my skin
part 1/3
Sep 2015 · 256
D e v o u r e d (II)
Feeling Real Sep 2015
My eyes beg to be laid to rest
And the coffin of my thoughts isn’t enough
I wait for the black silk of night
To fade into the first rays of sunshine
Before sleep takes me from this land

I was never this sick in Reno
When I had bedtime stories read to me in jest
And every moment since there has been a coaxing of lips
My tongue was as ardent as a bundled tress

I never had a dream to complain about
No itchy, wet, sticky unfinished seam
I sew my skin shut after piecing it apart
And sometimes the scars are so light they fade into the milk of my skin

When my brother asks about it I scream
And I tell him to mind his own ******* business
I don’t even know why
I just know anything is better than admitting the depths of my feelings
They barely exist when not meeting my whims

Old page markers and books devoured and forgotten
My childhood could be lengthened to blank stares
And perhaps it would if I could allow my head room
But it’s easier to never go back there
part 2/3
Sep 2015 · 302
Mother (III)
Feeling Real Sep 2015
Every other sentence out of my mouth is an execution
Where the needle digs further than the vein

I only found desperation when I longed for salvation

I am a joke at my own expense
Because the universe is too large to make fun of me
part 3/3
Sep 2015 · 372
Death Without Gender
Feeling Real Sep 2015
I am the moon, the seas
The air, the breeze
And I take the lips
Of violence greedily
I ache for fists or
My lost grief to be
Visible or tangible
Or able to be grasped
I want your emeralds
Your precious stones

When you gasp and weep
In bed, sheets sweaty and filled with ***
As you grow weak and seek
Solace in yesteryear days of fun
I have already been and am
I am almost done
Reaping from the doubts of the young

I live with death, the handsome fellow
His claws and his hair and his whims
I follow him along every path
Until he tires and changes faces
She is the angel, the beauty, but graceless

Sitting in cloud-filled tombs
I read through the tomes of history
And her story bites through my ears
She whispers to me all my fears
She harvests the things I’ve stolen
She is the diamond of the gods
She is worthless, and wanted
But she takes the emeralds and the sapphires
And she drapes herself in my empire
Satiety waning and continues
To take
Sep 2015 · 337
There's Always Something
Feeling Real Sep 2015
Dally the seconds into hours or months
And let the itch take you away
The home you’ve known you grew up alone
Missing allowances from the daze you’re in

You keep your feet up off the carpet
The white **** you’ve been begging to clean
The dirt stains and wine spots are all there is and then they’re not
All permanent fixtures are your wealth to be seen

We put the weight in rotten boards
Under the baggage and in with the dirt
The secrets are bound in leather notebooks
We burned them before we got caught in the words
The danger is losing yourself to a man’s coy looks
I’m scared of the hollow in me
I ask it to be filled and they always comply
But my demons need room to breathe
I evacuate the air so they can multiply
Jul 2015 · 467
Sanguine
Feeling Real Jul 2015
Make me a fictional character

turn my into your nightmare, your dream

As shadows lengthen the sun I

will lengthen my hold in you

Devote me to the recesses of thought

and bring me out when the need overwhelms you

I am whatever you want me

to be, and mold me into

the figure you want me to be

And strong like clay when you put me to fire

My desire to be the ideal

The thornless rose

The willing partner

And after the crime, one of your many

waiting alibis

Should any one inquire within

I am going to be the brick wall they are faced with

Faceless
Jul 2015 · 1.3k
deleted
Feeling Real Jul 2015
it was 100+ lines anyway
i wrote this in the lyrical style of twenty one pilots and la dispute
Feeling Real Jul 2015
You look so happy dressed in chains
Sorry you didn’t have that extra second to put a bullet into your brain
They died and the police came for you
You tried but you lost the ******* game didn’t you
Ain’t it funny no one cried
Ain’t it a shame you didn’t die
I bet you planned it out like you knew what to do
I guess that’s just how it goes when life puts fight into you
Right now it’s just a dream of mine
To see their misty eyes and the “please!” and the night
That descends all around their languished cries
I might kiss them goodbye
I might **** myself before I try
Before I see the last light leave their eyes
I’ve heard it felt like I won’t feel empty inside
I like that idea, I’d like that life

Big hands, oh his hands, wrap around my neck like you’re my pretty necklace
I said I could feel **** but I was lying
All I need is the violent leanings of mean men
When did you last ******, dear
I’m still itching to find us there

Take me down when you’d like to
I know you’ve planned it all out, I don’t doubt
You’d like to take my world away
The mask will stay
I’m on my way to being someone great

Do you believe I’ve done this a hundred times
Drug you along just to feel alive, I cry empty words
I bet you’d like to see underneath that hurt
Do your damnedest, try your luck
Drink the liquor, take the ****
Take it angry, **** me up

If I’d have known I would have stopped my games
But imagine all of your longing finally reaching it’s aims
I still wish myself dead and of you the same
Do you still want to do it for me
Do you still agree
Hold a ******* gun to my head or stick it in my mouth
Watch me cry and ******* to it
Shave your whole fist down my throat
And laugh and laugh and *** and gloat

Is this the rest of my life
I feel nothing and I don’t even like to
I’m just angry that I couldn’t even if I tried to
I’m just wishing I never had a life to live through
A true crime kid ***** because of ****, ******, and glibness
People using me is where it is
Jun 2015 · 795
Perfumed
Feeling Real Jun 2015
I deserve the whole ******* world
and my circumstances leave me
in trees, waiting to jump
or already crumpled leaves

It is fall in my spring
my choices are always to sit, to sleep
to wait quietly for the opportunities I need
but what ever comes is quick to leave

I feign emotion, like I care
like any of that matters
I only crave excitement and opportunity, really
the reality of existence has me believing
in a fake life

Was anything ever interesting
after the wars or the dead bodies
after the piles of ****** hot beings
after I found myself to be lacking

I'd rather die
I'd rather exalt a dangerous ruler
I'd like to attach myself to danger
I'd like to cause some sort of tremor the heart
of man

Nothing is interesting anymore
Nothing holds my attention
How many times can I read the same story
How many times can I pretend I hold affection
that I am unaffected
that I am sociable
that I care
that I am
that I exist
that I am I
I am not
I am it

I am a fake

I desire change
was gonna call this one antisocial personality disorder
Jun 2015 · 488
Remembering Fred's Death
Feeling Real Jun 2015
do i speak to ghosts
the pathological lies of those who fool me
and in dreams
do i see the darkness of ever-approaching
infinity
Apr 2015 · 387
The Thoughts Are Alive
Feeling Real Apr 2015
Wake me
A drive by red stoplight
Up and over
The land - the hills
The urge to keep itching, keep scratching

Keep me from mundane
Familiar conversation with no thought
Nothing guiding
No real meaning
Introspection and motives lost
As the moment passes

Achingly slow, that fire
Runs through the ground and ignites
A smolder - I’m older and I don’t really feel the years

A hand reaching backwards
Tells me to keep up
Lest the conversation pull me away
Apr 2015 · 269
Black Out Drunk No. 2
Feeling Real Apr 2015
To differ anything that I might give to myself
The ending for anything that I might give away
Too tired, too sleepy for anything that I might give out
Yo, I should be sleeping
Instead I’m telling the drama about myself
Kind of like how am I supposed to give myself up
When I’m something that’s telling all my dreams are made up
I mean there’s some sort of promises - then they’re up and
Consciously I might not remain in love
But I swear it’s super promising this far
So important it isn’t made up
And if it was it served it’s purpose up
Shut the **** up and feel me through it
I’ve gotta sit back here just in case it
It’s filled with those anchors that mean… ****
I’m ready for it to be it
I’m gonna sleep now and promise that it’s rich
I’m seeing all these clouds now
They’re falling into my lap
Apr 2015 · 333
Black Out Drunk No. 1
Feeling Real Apr 2015
What happens when I hit the right button?
I always fight
Always fight for the right and I will
Always win if the light-
Logic is behind me
I don’t always win but I probably should
No, the walls they can hear me – not good
There’s no winner and that is so empty
Exit
Feeling Real Feb 2015
I. Sit with me on the cement
Test my mind
Fill my head with platitudes

II. Oh, the wonders of the body
Not yours, just mine
Leaving kisses on Weekday afternoons

III. I drink too much wine
Soft-core **** and Halloween binge
You tell me I am too much

IV. There wasn’t ever anything
But I had been held
You were too old, anyway

V. I can’t tell you how I admire you
Too often, I hope
But I am obsessed

VI.   *****-filled and hot chocolate
Defend my honor, cadet
Grow tall and stronger

VII.     How can I decipher
Your logic when I am drunk
How was I supposed to know you wanted to be what he was to me?

VIII.   Innocent laughter, we dance
I know not what to do
On your lap, with my hands

IX.   Friend, what we were
A blacked-out night
We finally kissed
Jan 2015 · 400
Nearly Lovers
Feeling Real Jan 2015
We sat near a window
I hoped someone would see
Cause I was so proud
That a  handsome man did want me

When I convinced you to walk in the snow
I froze to the bone and took shelter
It's all a frigid joke
Not adjusted to the cold


“Hey there, come here,
Let me see your hands
To warm from ice,
Come here, I will hold you”

I fell on my ***
You laughed and fell on top of me
We raced towards the warmth
Which you tried to compete with

Inside your house and closer
You laughed when my words choked me
And gave me a warmer pair of gloves
In your favorite color

You poured us *** but forgot the coke
We laughed about some wrapper
We found inside of our coats
Your brother opens the front door

He laughs in our faces
I race out of the house
Winter tried to stop me
Uselessly, I was never indecisive
Jan 2015 · 340
Half-assing Life
Feeling Real Jan 2015
I soaked in every word from your mouth
and repeated it back to you
and I guess it was assumed
that something had bloomed
While we walked the town to get coffee
Nov 2014 · 1.1k
In An Astronomy Classroom
Feeling Real Nov 2014
There is no mark

As is; I am

Warming, rising, an oven

Water and blood

Eyes blankly looking

Forward, seldom quickly

But in fervor

A fever, controlling

My actions are my own

A joke, misheard

I am missing

What was or never was

Mind makes a mess of things

Swaying, wind

Never sleep
Nov 2014 · 651
Needy
Feeling Real Nov 2014
The most I'll get is a smile
A suggestive visual ****
Will no one touch me-
I'm contagion-free
Unless you're scared
Of my suffering
Keep it clean, it taut, it on
It lights, I'll fight for me
Nov 2014 · 1.3k
Untitled
Feeling Real Nov 2014
Raspberry Coke
Drug-drip joke
Massage my lungs
With nicotine tongue
Nov 2014 · 389
As It Should Be
Feeling Real Nov 2014
There's a stark visual aid
To compare true nature to
No spontaneity to save
Lost it all in this mess
I've made
Little things decaying
Own me, own me
Do you like my necklace
Wanna wrap your hands
Around it
Do you recognize me
You've been in my head
Mr. Violent-Not-Unlikely

I've put my deepest secrets
Out online
So ask away, what's left
I've managed to stabilize
Numbness in me
Nov 2014 · 607
Feeling Circular
Feeling Real Nov 2014
There was a disintegration of walls
That have bound and held for years
I, in my light pink mink fur, tell stories

Have you heard of the brick,
that just sits on street corners and outside of old buildings
It's always the same ******* brick

In my new city the traffic lulls nightly
After dark, the streetlights don't hold
Their safety is a decoration, like the snow is

I tried to trace back roots of life
I ended at the sun, so why not, should I end
Be the light that made me?
Nov 2014 · 321
Acceptance of Life
Feeling Real Nov 2014
I am forgiving
the plants do not choose
nor the sea or sky
Just as I did not choose

I tried to stop inhaling
but the automatic response
of body has me ever
Exhaling

I dunk my head underwater
in lapses of my swimming
I can stay 45 seconds before I panic
and over a minute if I am calm

I take life by each moment
I hold on to nothing
I am so forgiving
that it keeps repeating
Oct 2014 · 289
I let go
Feeling Real Oct 2014
No more words, there's nothing left
No one speaks to each other
I mean, I tried once
But it was only cuzza drugs
I like it when nothing's left

I've finally finished something
That wasn't a fantasy
I've finally entered my heaven
Died so suddenly

Mistakes were made
Said I'm a waste of space
I'm taking up nothing now
My lines are free somehow
You've said hello once but
Do I keep connecting
Or do I sever what's not for show
Watch me
Watch me
Watch me
I let go

What a joke, I laugh
Things blur, I stand
This hand-in-hand disgusts me

Why not, you scream
I lie, unclean
Sheets don't cover anything

I let go
The amount of the sin
No, let go
You're always taking me in
The nights aren't safe
My days are crazed
Ends look attractive now
For, who am I
Stop laying awake
Shake the pleasure off
I want knives to help me
On my new payed job
Why not
Oct 2014 · 432
Untitled
Feeling Real Oct 2014
I apologize for my slumped shoulders
But I feel a need to collapse inwards
While you put your back towards me
I am speaking to your subconscious gesture
I will leave, then

Walk the riverbank as light fades
Blue skies are an envelope for dusk
The stars open the night to me on the left
There's no sunset to behold
I was too late exiting school to watch
Yesterday, the fog and rain made the sunset give me a rainbow

Autumn has come and left me longing for cold
Winter always feels like eternity
The sun's white light is cleaner than dead plant matter
Oct 2014 · 306
Ramblings
Feeling Real Oct 2014
function -- can't function
pardon me and words and eyes and my whole
world disintegrates and then just stays

waiting around me and my bedside
to gain affections or the attentions
of someone who knows nothing and is easy

to attach themselves to or with or inside them
manner exist, sure, but as what
as time or inches or abject qualities
Oct 2014 · 391
Solid Foundation
Feeling Real Oct 2014
My artful deception
Not nearly done
The sweet divine is calling

The normal precession
Left to right & big to small
I fall backwards

Shadows cut lines
In perfect enchantments
A poet's lullaby

Meaning in nothing
Everything is one thing
Look into my reflection with me

Gravity is sickened
Falling sideways
Swaying to the beat

Consciousness clouded
Each footfall is massive
Echoes into all matter

Floor as my witness
Collapsing in slowly
Push back on me

Pause for a slowing
Deliberate growing
Our solidarity as fuel

But what is living without barriers
Or a body without hard lines -
My angles are fine

Each purple and green finger nail
Bruise or coloring book
Endangered organs

Wrap me up in cold
Or create me a mold
Something to fall into

My creation is lazy
In colors I am blind
Oct 2014 · 375
Cafe Intoxica
Feeling Real Oct 2014
Turn off your narration
Static and voices
A fan, somewhere

Empty space
Orders for new materials
Brick-walled barriers

Perhaps, paint one wall
3 stories up
And room to jump
i was channeling sylvia plath while writing this
Oct 2014 · 1.5k
Summons
Feeling Real Oct 2014
I am hungry for infallible
Disastrous possession
Avoidant personalities
Violent narcissists
And angry pedophiles

I, narcissist
I have asked for this
Inattentive guardians
And half-baked characters

This willingness of mean
Wild and violent
Watch me fall asleep
And take out your mindlessness
Oct 2014 · 533
Mimicry of Happiness
Feeling Real Oct 2014
His eyes have stayed with me
How alive can one be?
I remind myself of winter

Sure, of bright, of white
A sugared mess of joy
But I am dead

I met autumn in him
Springing to life
He carried wind on his back

Though I tried I can not steal
His heart
Or his look of lovely cheer
Oct 2014 · 437
A Cascade
Feeling Real Oct 2014
Abled
Messingly sweet
Remembering your taste
In a cup of coffee

Sweating wet
Down my chin and over limb
I haven't heard
Spoken words

Designed over leave
Overseas, and for nearly free
Small size
I overcompensate my life

Messing memories
Swapping livelihoods
Words making their
Own way out
Oct 2014 · 430
Winner
Feeling Real Oct 2014
I have won something
Chance random
I come out on top
How hatred bursts and runs over

A cup, how small
Fills and wills paper towel
And cloth bandage
Reccuringly fixable
Oct 2014 · 508
Conflicting Desires
Feeling Real Oct 2014
I can see the blue-green veins on my hands
Stimulant-rich filling a gradient mess
I've made my heart explode
How alive I show my attentions
Form of sly glances and pretty writing
Aren't I easy on the eyes?
If I were me, I could help you to decide
But I am just frame and lions mane
My music, too loud, ushers 3 truths
Deaf, blind, and dumb
Numb- I've finally won
War against self- ******* permanent wealth
Meaning in nothing
The emptiness as words
Stomach growling as reminder of worth
Mother Earth- seek, see? I'm no longer weak!
I eat!
So leave! I'll waste between each creep
Looking my way, bleed
Onto me
Manically, I plead
Stop- no, start watching me!
Oct 2014 · 281
I Want to Write Songs
Feeling Real Oct 2014
Lowly longings for desire
Changed and stimulated light
Slowing down, I re-train my brain with wires
Balanced or not I walk
Upon 5 miles of open study
Or 3 hours exercise
My muscles collapse and shaking
hands and feet and sight
Sep 2014 · 2.7k
Another Dissociation
Feeling Real Sep 2014
silly siren
perfectionist nymph
lay languid
adjusting to the realm
of awkward itching
manic laughter
frenzied fictions
where the dead lay awake
a miniscule matter
both sailing in ***** grey
and laying in wait
on one end
a microcosm
opens to infinity
and any further action
is unnecessary
and tepid
Aug 2014 · 8.7k
Hijab
Feeling Real Aug 2014
I finally understand the hiding
Of hair and the covering of skin
These women embrace as custom
They are holy descendants of eve
What is left of perfection
Handed down for too many generations
They are cursed, so wanted, why not hide
Beautiful skin and silky hair
Full eyebrows, eyes wide in fear
Determined not to covet physical form
Aug 2014 · 279
Old Narratives
Feeling Real Aug 2014
I am at fault for the things I perceive
When I am surrounded by nature
Watching lovely nymphs dancing through trees
My head's so busy, thinking, of only me
Settled down, at night, I relive my day
Too many calories consumed by me
Too much of a disappointment to be
Anyone but myself- and awake, I lay
The men I want, and the things I crave
Escape my grasp, my loose fist clasps too late
Today I asked a boy to date me, he lied, he hates me
I attract those who can't tell I hate me, too

I always catch men staring
And I feel a searing guilt
Of acts only committed in mind
Because I remember and
I find even the thoughts repulsive
I'm fine now, but thoughts evolve and
Triggering can't explain well enough
Aug 2014 · 1.8k
20 Line Poem
Feeling Real Aug 2014
I'm feeling an expansion
That isn't physical
Nor inside of my head
I know, I've checked
And, though easily tired
I have scoured my depths
For what?
A notion of things past
Experiences not realized
Nor will be
Misogynist, hater of existence
All but mine
A gift to myself
Fruition to be
Or not yet seen
Both awake and in slumber
I writhe, lain flat in covers
Real and fictional alike
There's nowhere to direct a longing
If ever I would create one
Aug 2014 · 631
Gramma's Dead
Feeling Real Aug 2014
Oh those dixie paper cup
Forgotten childhood love
Dead dead heart
Dead dead soul above
Wake up deary, now
Story book picture bow
A great job done
Illegal fun
Before word gets out

Someone said wake up
Someone said get out
Mirror dreams and fever parts
Damp rememberings
Softly summer breeze
With lilac smell
Feeding bees
Aug 2014 · 792
Escapism
Feeling Real Aug 2014
Weary footman
Relax your vanities
Your possessions
They are mine
Leave hurriedly
Lest our minds
Also cross paths
Feeling Real Jul 2014
I can account of scarcely more than my own perception
My clever tricks keep me swift
I can approach without falter
As long as I must not review or alter
The notions on which I exist

While conversing with myself, I mention
A series of eerie similarities of things that be
To render useful ambivalence I ignore myself
I disregard whims, wants, and health
Finally, yes, all is clearing
I can see
Jul 2014 · 1.9k
pro ana
Feeling Real Jul 2014
forced taste into sour mouth
no, sweet
fillers
static existence yet sun and moons
pretend the liars do speak great truths
masterfully woven
the tapestry
gypsy jewels and patterned art
mistaken for rewarding
left dull my watered part
nutritionally devoid
not punishment or repentance
the fast commences
acute
Jul 2014 · 956
Nuance
Feeling Real Jul 2014
driving past red
calming hues of blues and greens
nature's imitator, bleakly, but resilient
if I were the ant I would step on me, too
often I am, but disguised
cracks in the sidewalk are cracks in my exterior
I paint myself thin upon tree branches
I drip - drip with gravity's whim
blurry-eyed and sleep-deprived
glutton for existing as such
in my hands, crumbled, dry leaves
relish in the ending of acts
misguided attempts at steeping leaves
harvested during new moon
tranquility is unreached at current times
I am always sure to remind what's forgotten
Jul 2014 · 378
The Descent
Feeling Real Jul 2014
of course, i'm alright
i've just got my drunk vibe on tonight

i don't know who i'm with

i'm on top of the world, lights flickering

a burning taste, a sweet embrace, follow me down
Jun 2014 · 255
Untitled
Feeling Real Jun 2014
I am not a beautiful girl
who loathes her being
her grace, her pale skin
the veins that protrude
But I loath existence
I loath the mirror
reflecting the distortions
that may or may not be there

I am an untroubled woman
who absolutely hates
everything about myself
physical or otherwise
but it's ignored at all times
until it's finally brought up
I realize I can not love or communicate
or have a relationship
that is more than superficial

I sit, writing, but words don't always come
I want to describe the utter nothing I feel
I want words to flow like water
like smoke or smell
not stunted like I seem or am
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