frankie crognale

frankie crognale Oct 2014

i still remember the day i met you
it was in the middle of july or sometime around there and from the start i really really liked you but there were always doubts in the back of my head because why on this earth we live on would someone like you ever even merely want to breathe the same air as me let alone kiss me and put the same air into my lungs?
as beautiful as the thoughts of sharing the same air were the doubts were still there and even though they sometimes faded away they always seemed to come back especially when you showed me your favorite songs because i knew there was so much feeling behind the way you interpreted the lyrics and i didn’t understand any of it or maybe i just didn’t think of them the same way but you told me the night you were drunk that there was so much more to them than just silly nostalgia and it was then that i knew you weren’t good for me
the lyrics were a subliminal message to me that the air in our lungs wasn’t air at all it was actually every chemical in the cigarettes you smoke amplified by three thousand times and it only got worse every time you kissed me but i was okay with our lungs both being black because black is our favorite color
that’s the only thing we have in common
the texts during sixth period came to a sudden halt and so did the snapchats even though they were always of the ground and the skype calls at two am and the instagram likes and the you’re beautiful's and the i miss you's
you always said you’d keep your distance but i never thought you’d actually leave and i really didn’t think it would be without saying goodbye but it’s okay because now the fragments i spilled to this page are full sentences and everything is validated
maybe you only wanted to kiss me because you knew it charred the inside of me and turned me into your favorite color
i can breathe my own air now and maybe just maybe my lungs won’t be black anymore

*******

frankie crognale Sep 2014

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i was so happy with his arm around me on that ***** couch and with the satisfaction of raising my mother’s blood pressure tucked away in the pit of my stomach
“your parents are going to hate me”
we bumped noses and it really hurt but the feeling of his soft lips against mine made up for it completely
his septum ring became interlaced between our mouths so i pulled away and fixed it for him and he just stared at me with the green eyes he apparently isn’t complimented on often which is a complete wonder to me and i don’t really know if i believe it
“he doesn’t look a thing like jesus but he talks like a gentleman like you imagined when you were young”
actually he has a beard like jesus but maybe it isn’t as scruffy and his hair isn’t long but he’s the most beautiful human being i’ve ever seen
his weight on my chest didn’t hurt as much as i thought it would but he grabbed my neck with more force than i expected him to and it caught me off guard but the kiss made up for it again the colors of the room faded as i closed my eyes and melted into him
i guess you could say we were kind of like fondue because we both became puddles of human and love
but all puddles eventually dry up

frankie crognale Sep 2014

insanity

insanity is broken veins

insanity is cracked

insanity is a hangover you can’t cure with some water

insanity is dead skin and mardi gras beads

insanity is absolutely repulsive

you’re going in circles

insanity is the tipping point

insanity is over the edge

trembling

insanity is writer’s block

insanity is broken veins

insanity is attempting to laugh but simply stuttering

choking

insanity is a lit cigarette close to the filter but not quite there yet

insanity is pepper

insanity is insanity

insanity is broken veins

insanity is broken veins

insanity is

frankie crognale Sep 2014

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"...maybe that's why i'm completely numb to it or maybe my heart is as cold as i think it is and i just didn't realize it but i'm unaffected by the death of the flowers you gave me that followed with the metaphorical death of us"

frankie crognale Aug 2014

reflection

my life is nothing but a series of constant waiting. waiting in line, waiting for the band, waiting for the boy, waiting for dinner, waiting for 1 am so i can drink myself to sleep when i'm kept up at night thinking about the future even though i'm stuck in the past. but you know what? i'm ******* tired of waiting. i'm 17 and i want to live like every other 17 year old. happiness isn't something i should have to wait for. so that line i'm "supposed" to be waiting in? i'm not supposed to do anything, it's my ******* life and i don't have to wait in a ******* line if i don't want to. that boy i'm waiting for? i can kiss that dream goodbye, it's the last thing i'll be kissing for a while. i don't want to sit by the phone to wait for a call that may or may not come through. i refuse to wait any longer. i've waited long enough. living doesn't happen by waiting. living happens by living.

frankie crognale Jun 2014

me and bee

I normally don't go to parties on week night but if I hadn't seen you last Thursday night I never would've known I didn't like hazel eyes. I'll allow you to whisper sweet nothings into my ear but I don't want to look at you because it's hard to pretend to like the color of your eyes. they're a muddy swamp that surely has some sort of decaying carcass of another girl you once killed with them hidden behind the dark iris. I don't know why but i wanted you to touch my body even though I knew you were killing me and you didn't even know who I was. the sober spirit inside me is supposed to be stronger than my intoxicated character but I spent all night kissing you, being careful to keep my eyes closed or else I was sure id meet my demise and become just another decrepit body masked my your seemingly gentle eyes. I can't even believe I somehow managed to stay the whole night with a mass murderer with the fully loaded weapons in a room in a house that I'd never been in. I didn't want to kiss you again because you tasted of stale american beer and cheap menthol cigarettes. that night was meaningless but I stayed because I guess I just had one too many but when I woke up next to you I wanted your awful taste out of my mouth and your skin as far away from mind as possible. we don't know each others names and we never will because it doesn't matter to me enough to know your name. I still don't like the color of your eyes and I never wanted your sweet nothings because that's all they are. nothing.

my friend wrote the base of this but i asked her if i could edit it a bit, and this was my result

frankie crognale May 2014

nothing

I DONT EVEN KNOW WHO YOU ARE ANYMORE BUT I CANT STAY AWAY FROM YOU IM IN LOVE WITH A STRANGER BUT IM VERY VERY SCARED