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Ford Prefect Jan 2018
fifteen fountains
one man to do the job
gibberish, this is
but i don't want to stop
my hands become much too dangerous
when i stop
i could have been like him
locked up
fallen in
thank god, that didn't rhyme
i'd have to **** myself for that

i'm always afraid of killing myself
always always always afriad
scaredy cat
scaredy scaredy scaredy cat

taunting me?
ha
a new low every day
forever something new
fresh dark
fresh *****
fresh new to discover
about the innards of ME
careful!
it has sharp teeth
no petting zoo today


where do i go
where can i go
fifteen fountains deep
with this thing i lug
inside me
Ford Prefect Jan 2018
you don't smoke, do you?*

                                                                        well, now i want to
                                                                        what would you do,
                                                                        hit me?

                                                                        i don't feel it anymore
Ford Prefect Jan 2018
here is the home i have made for you
from my mounds of
tired scribbles
and here is your new mattress
full of feathers
plucked from the wings of song birds
and here are the bills you'll never pay
because my fresh skin
will do the trick

and there was the love
i had for you
before guilt took it
away
Ford Prefect Jan 2018
me without you?

me without you
powerful
perfect
perennial

sad
so somber so typical so bleeding from my ******
Ford Prefect Jan 2018
1.   I seriously contemplated killing myself today for no real reason  If I were to go to therapy tomorrow and have to answer, give a "why," I wouldn't have one.  I don't know how to accurately explain this kind of nonsensical sense of "wow, this cannot get better, I hope it gets worse" while still holding on with all your strength to think about a new day coming.  My nails are permanently red form clawing at the new days I've been told so much about
2.   I like this feeling of sinking.  It makes me feel concrete in a structure that I already believe to be concrete which only serves to make me even more sure that I am real and dissociation can **** my ******* ***.  But from a distance.  Keep that scaly freak away from me.  I sit up and the meds push me down, gently, like they're putting me to sleep because it's just what the universe ordered.  I don't believe in that ****, but right now, I would like to.
3. He likes me so much that he doesn't know what to do with himself because we both made it so obvious, so clear that a romantic relationship, that a  bf and gf relationship, was not on the board and would never be on the board but now he wants it on the board and i'm thinking that what we really need is a new game entirely to let run our awkward lives.  Boys always think they're the best at playing the game.  But their powers are immune to the smart, nerdy, big assed girl like me who can put them to shame in about a month.  usually less  .I love my big ***, and so does he.
some xanny thoughts (centered is where it's at dawg)
Ford Prefect Jan 2018
tummy aches
cold shoulders
list after list
of an
inventory
i forgot to
care about
blistered toes
three cold sores
this is how
you start to
feel again

they'll watch you
and scoff
all day at you
they don't
know what it's like
to cling to
themselves

burnt noses
hairy knuckles
crooked ******* mouth
this is the body
i've missed
Ford Prefect Jan 2018
bright colors
aren't for movies anymore
the water make noise
even just for me
and when i look up
clouds aren't stagnant

i can remember
i can relearn

the bright colors
the sound of waves hitting concrete slabs
the ivy behind the gate that doesn't have to choke like most other does

bright colors
warm clouds
cold stones and ragged peaks
that don't - can't - cut me

keys are tools not weapons
and this pen is not designed for bleeding out

fill me
soft petals
red coral
feel me

bright colors
stilled feet
tender flames

all mine again
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