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Dec 2012 · 2.1k
Christmas Trees
Gnirednaw Dec 2012
I guess
It's my duty to express
Unpopular opinions
But
The only man I want
Leaving things
In my stockings
Doesn't wear red
He doesn't have a beard
And he's not fat
He's my Guy
With top shelf
On sale
For half price

I only know
Two things about
mistletoe
1. I've never parted
My mouth inside of
Its shadow
2. It would probably
**** to smoke

I don't need no fancy christmas trees
With lights, and stars, and hypocrisies

I've got hybrid harlots creeping
Down into the pink of
My cigarette kissed lungs
Dec 2012 · 1.0k
Lucy
Gnirednaw Dec 2012
it's been three sour months of sobriety
and unfulfilled
sensuality

But I see Lucy still remembers where
all of my
favorite places to be touched are

She sends me soaring
Fumbling.
Tumbling wildly toward
her body. a sacrificial offering
A new flavor on my lips
A feather soft breath across
my hips

****.
I'm afraid if i whispered too loudly
I'd disturb the rhythm
of her technicolor love

And Lucy loves me so
lusciously
Uhm... the only thing I can think of to explain this without giving too much detail: first time with a girl... on LSD. Critique is welcome, but homophobic comments aren't so much. I think hellopoetry will be serving as a diary for me, unfortunately for those of you who read it. Lol,  thankee sai! :)
Dec 2012 · 686
Ex
Gnirednaw Dec 2012
Ex
I'm selfish, but I learned it from you.

But you're so focused
on what the mirror reflects
You never noticed when I left

You don't know this, but i envy you
i wish i could not care about me
as beautifully as you do

You taught me how to prioritize,
how to always put myself first.
Not intentionally, but I watched you... and learned
to mimic you like a child

I learned that emotions should be hushed
and rationale should be encouraged.
I learned how to put trivial things aside...
like long hugs and midnight hikes.
I learned to live without
your lips
on mine.

Thank you for teaching me what it takes to survive
My ex was really afraid of getting hurt. He was cheated on before. He never said anything sweet, and he always put me last on his list of priorities. I'd go out of my way to spend time with him in person. But, he is an ambitious soul and he was always focused on himself, even when he wasn't studying or working. So, I'd just be sitting there for a few hours on his bed in his room, while he played video games or texted or skyped his friends. I always feel stupid for being okay with that. It's like I gave him permission to ignore me. For two entire years. It's not like I did anything to deserve any of that, it's just the way he was. He always knew what to say to hurt the people he cared about though. That's one thing I always hoped he'd forget how to do. He could cut you down with a look, or quiet you with a single word. Or he could go in for the **** and smash that button everyone has that, when pressed, crushes your entire spirit. I guess he must have learned how to hurt people so efficiently from the girl that broke his heart. Still. He was always there for me, as long as I was committed to him. If I needed him to take me to school, or study, or help me with something that had to do with my future career, he'd help. But, I felt so distant after a while. And, even though I wanted to love him like I'd never loved anyone before, I couldn't. He was too far away, emotionally. But, my connection with him was suffering because he couldn't open up more to me and be vulnerable like a normal person, because he seriously believed that I'd wind up hurting him. Or that I'd somehow make him regret it. I'm not guessing here, this is what he's told me. That's so frustratingly sad. I'm a hypocrite though, because the walls I'm building now are probably just as strong as his. It's kind of funny how heartache is so cyclical. Like a game of cause and effect that never really stops. She hurt him and made him afraid to let anyone else as close as she was. He built his walls and then we met. In spite of everything, I played the fool and fell for him. Now, because he's still bearing the weight of her infidelity like a cross on his back, he won't love anyone like he loved her. And, now it's my turn to be the one who crushes other people's spirits I guess. I left him. Because, he really did teach me through example.  Anyway. I'm only writing this to vent so I can feel less sad. It's not poetry, it's just me venting.
Dec 2012 · 601
Calloused
Gnirednaw Dec 2012
Calloused fingertips
strong and steady, but
not quite naive enough to
play her strings

I guess the thrill she got
from taking shots
the fleeting glances,
and skin contact

Were familiar warnings
He came to know
Once upon a very
very long time ago

She could never understand
The distance he kept
Or why his face was always sad
Why he so seldom wept

But he learned his lesson
once a very very long time ago
If you don't fall for blessings
You won't have to watch them go
Dec 2012 · 845
Almost Poetry
Gnirednaw Dec 2012
He doesn't have a lot of money
But he's got just enough time on his hands
And his hands
Are soft and skilled and soothing
When they brush across the apples of my cheeks

Wherever I am with you, that's what I'll call home
And I know my walls are tall but they're old
And they're crumbling
Pack another bowl in my piece. Spend a little more time with me please... Don't go.

Can I sink into your spirit
Can I soar inside the place where you feel safe
I'm tired of being sick of the cold, Hold me Closer.
Just like that, as if you always have.

— The End —