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 Aug 2014 megan
Jenn Riley
I like to sit outside and
think of you

the grass is fragrant
Which reminds me
of your constant overuse
of cologne to cover the
scent of the cigarettes
You smoke
and the wind
whether it knows or not
whispers your name
and reminds me that you
are a bad idea
that loving you
is dangerous
So I don't listen to the wind
because the wind
has never loved you
and the wind
has never had the satisfaction
of your voice and your smile
And your touch
 Jul 2014 megan
rockywhoreor
The sun has come up and

I'm,


Still.


Awake......
 Jul 2014 megan
rockywhoreor
Bees
 Jul 2014 megan
rockywhoreor
I think its funny
how we think
bees are beautiful,
but we stay away
because they sting.
             .
             .
             .
It's even funnier
how this never
crossed my mind
until after you left.
 Jul 2014 megan
rockywhoreor
The majority
of my existence
consists of wandering in
the crinkled creases
of my cranium,
waiting for another soul
to pass by this
shattered *******.
 Jul 2014 megan
ab
enough is enough
 Jul 2014 megan
ab
black black holes and white white stars, circling, dancing in the that black black sky and from it tears of blue blue rain falls in time with our sorrows. red red blood pumped through our veins and our red red hearts pumped in tune of our favorite song and we couldn't feel pain and we couldn't feel love but we took what we could and that was enough. i stubbed my toe when i was nine and i smashed my hand falling out your green green tree in your green green yard and stained the ground a dark red red. the white white doctors were baffled by the thought that i felt no pain and i just said it was because of your brown brown eyes and the way it felt like a blue blue ocean i lost myself in. maybe i drowned in those blue blue eyes and my pain was lost in the white white surf and that was all i needed to know and that was enough. when i was twelve there was boy in my class who called me names like "fatty" and "ugly" which weren't original but stung like knives and when i held his hand on the fourth of july and kissed his nose under the bright bright lights it didn't feel anything quite like you, but that was enough.  do you remember that on that day of bright bright flowers and white white daisies and gold gold marigolds and we sat on a blue blue blanket listening to our song and we held hands and kissed noses and i felt all of you but you felt none of me? i guess that's how the story goes and that is enough and enough is enough and when i turned twenty-one we drank too much and you went home under the black black sky and you said you felt all of me but i felt none of you and that is enough. i drank myself to death into a deep deep hole in the dead dead ground and i finally felt all of you but you felt none of me and enough is enough.
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