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 Jun 2015 abyssinia
NV
girl, all drenched in bathroom floors, 3 o'clock in the morning and mascara stained face, smelling of liquor bottles and boys who will never remember her name.

boy, all drenched in bed sheet linen, 3 o'clock in the afternoon and lipstick stained t-shirt, smelling of air from empty pockets and girls who will never forget his name.
 Jun 2015 abyssinia
Chris
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I don't write
poetry,
I write little pieces
of my heart,
hoping
they will
*touch yours
 Jun 2015 abyssinia
NV
"fine"
 Jun 2015 abyssinia
NV
BECAUSE. THIS ENTIRE TIME I HAVE BEEN LOOKING FOR WAYS TO TELL YOU THAT I AM NOT OKAY WITHOUT YOU HERE. BUT GOD, IT ALWAYS COMES OUT LIKE
"I'M FINE".
I feel a heart attack approaching

She Sayeth to me
She'd be gone for thirty minutes!!!

And thirty minutes goes a long way......

When thy heart needs its medication!!!
Foreign doll
A wonderwall
Writes poetry on receipts
Where coffee stains
Are soak brown blobs,
Her words are sweetened
As candy cane dialect to god
I wait for her many hours in incompletion
For her mine heart throbs!!!
Be aware* of thy words

You could be a killer

©IGMS
Through the sharpness of your words,
You stabbed me.
It hurt so much knowing that it cut deep through.
 Jun 2015 abyssinia
Devin Ortiz
Devilish blue eyes, frozen gaze.
Influencing me against my will,
Submitting into dropping defenses.
Overcome with an inability to escape,
I become bound by those piercing eyes.

Sapping once kinder thoughts,
Replaced by detached isolation.
Shuttering at the crack of the whip,
Blindly I walk to death.
Carved flesh ammunition against
You, weakness exposed.

Lacerations to the heart exchanged,
Milky fog clouds my oppressor.
Pieces held together by hatred,
One blow away from cracking.
Further into broken self.
All freedoms come at a cost.
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