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Andie Oct 2019
Existing? That's odd.
I merely trace the border between reality and my mind;
they have nothing in common.
How do you occupy space, time, and mind?
I do a lot of things.
All unrelated, all whimsical.
All terribly wonderful and sensual to the soul.
I hope you occupy a lot of space and have your own orbit, too.
Most of all, I hope you can keep up with me.
If someone could stay on the same dimension as me, that would be lovely.
We could have tea.
Andie Oct 2019
Once you have a heart raw in your hands,
it's easy to draw blood
it's heavy, gory,
content to be cradled
But tell me, how do you put a heart down without hurting it?
Do you store it in a drawer? Will it keep fresh for later?
Do you lay it on the grass to decompose on its own?
Or do you pass it onto the next pair of unsure hands?
Blood leaks through my digits with every tremor
I take the heart in my hands and put it back into his
It's the ghostly familiarity that hurts
The blood stains my hands and the weight tires his
I love and hate the emptiness, my arms become light and turn into wings
But I didn't ask for them and I don't know how to be grateful
On to the next blood
Andie Sep 2019
with you my energy is full like the milky moon
you're the sunshine to my moonlight,
the sunset to my moonrise
the golden hues to my dusky tunes
she's everything you could want from a friend:
a summer without end.
the softest riverbend,
a path to transcend.
energy in its purest form
she's more blur than body
a playful mirage in summer cerebra
I have many poems called Nina
but she's more song than poetry
she's an unopened letter
a song yet to be sung
she'll share it with someone
but it'll sound better to her own ears
a soul that only she hears
she's lush life when you feel desert
she's the botanica among blues
and together we be, just be
earthly but on a different energy
forever my sister
not through blood,
but through air, fire, and sea
Andie Aug 2019
My life feels like it was built on broken promises
Old stones stacked precariously as they were put
Ready to crumble for the next person to bring me to, ruin
Scattered stones turn to gravel and sand
And I become something people can reach, touch
I'm not a mountain, I'm a landscape
I spread my branches
And I'd rather grow outwards than upwards
Andie Aug 2019
I swear you make thunderstorms run up and down my spine
electricity,
tornadoes twist around my mind
I'm soft aggression like the wind
and I can't abide
But you like the way the wind runs its hands through your hair
You like my breath of fresh air
We mold into each other
Yet we pretend not to care
You close the door when it's raining
But you look out the window and stare
You long for adrenaline and dewy kisses
You keep the door closed and miss this.

I would have taken you in pieces if you'd have me whole
I would have taken your shatters and put them on a pedestal

Your presence is ever existent like the aloof sliver of a moon-
perseverating, too
I don't know why you affect me so much but you make me crazy and cold, full and warm
You are everything I didn't ask for.

And by the time you realize I'm exactly what you've wanted, I've begun to realize you're exactly what I don't.
Pity how time and harsh storms will weather a headstone.
Andie May 2019
Give me my name back
get it out of your false mouth and keep it out of your head
I'll take my naked body back from your dreams and my laughter from your unevolved heart
Before you put my name in your mouth to swallow it whole
Before you could bite off more than you could chew
Your name fell out of my mouth like old bubblegum, glue
And out of my head like something I never knew
I can feel my name on your teeth
The film on your smile
As if I'm every sip you take
Alcohol, poison, mistake
When you tell everyone about me, tell them how I was never yours to claim and give me back my name
Not sure why it censored N A K E D
LOL
Andie Mar 2019
My body is just a vessel so don't bother falling for it
I find myself falling out of it every day
The way I keep falling out of love
I didn't know souls could be so clumsy
But I'm sliding on the black ice in my brain
If I'm still there, the ice is melting and I'm filling my pockets with the puddles
The weight of the world is incredible but I float like a balloon
No one's holding on to me and I wish I could see the ground and know what gravity feels like
I hear gravity has a pull
But I've never been pulled toward something before
I just float on
I wish someone could give me a gentle tug instead of just making me their amusement
I'm not all that pretty to look at and I'm better to hold
Tie me to your wrist and I'll show you what we've missed
February 2019, This one is about dissociation and the cycles of dysmorphia I experience; with the assistance of undetected health scares, I've felt disconnected from my body throughout my life and this lack of awareness of my own body really messes with my identity. I also like to touch on how ****** it feels to be valued by many people only for this vessel that I have limited control over and not my soul :) Recently, I've recovered some autonomy and felt powerful by making decisions about piercings and tattoos and making them my own, reclaiming my body despite others opinions :) feels good.
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