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kategoldman Oct 2013
Built from a picture above your bed, grown through tender kisses and late night cereal
When the first older man gave her too long of a weighty look on the street
You know
You knew she was beautiful
The kind of beauty a fathers keeps to himself
Ever proud, but ever silent
When the beauty slips through the cracks in your fingers
She's born again
To the fathers of girls who don't listen:
Do not shake in anger when she first comes home smelling of alcohol
Do not look so hurt when she kisses the lips of a boy she met in the hour
Listen carefully when she explains why she lied to you
Hold her hand when her fingers have sorry calluses
Pour her a glass of water when she gasps for breath between sobs
Stay brave, even when your heart is hurting for her. She can supply more than enough of the hurt by herself
To the fathers of girls who don't listen:
Even
If
Its
The
Last
Thing
You
Want
To
Do

Listen
Grab a snack, watch old Seinfeld reruns
And listen
kategoldman Oct 2013
If you're the kind of girl that boys want to shout smiles at on the street
Nod politely and return an upwards glancs
Don't release the keys because his words wraped you up in a poem
A haiku, a hymn, a wispered promise
Do not confuse a welcome back from heaven touch
For a foreign enemy of your hemline
Take his compliment and move on
You are not a treasure
Not his treasure
You're a pretty ashtray to someone who lost his sanctity 6 blocks back
kategoldman Oct 2013
When you run, with feet following army like commands
Strong flight through wispered haven, you stand untouchable
Its the moments when you stop
When you breath. Exhale.
Its the moments when youre stuck between an impulse and a drag
The cracks widen and you don't even realize you're falling
The pull you in to a place beyond rescue
Face first fury
Wide eyed you can't remember what moment what decision what happened to bring you to this place
No blond girl with eyes of gloried youth tells herself this is what she's going to end up like
Nobody would wish it upon themselves or anyone else
The cracks widen and you tear the pages of a book written with ink you taste through your blood. You gasp for air and the exhale gets stolen
Taken with red finger tips, another reminder, and placed on your door
Remember the weakness
Remember how you swore this was the last time
Take your breath back
Cry inky tears as you bring it down under your skin
Its yours again but its alien and foreign and you cry until the ink bleeds wine
You had youth on your side and desperation in your veins
No rehabs cures breathlessness
That's the goal after all this time
Bring back the blond haired girl with a sharp nose and a crave for sharp love
kategoldman Oct 2013
Tightly bound blunt balances between blankets of pink flesh
Breath in pragmatic poise with love laced eyelettes
Feel the smoke fill you up and lift you away towards higher skies
Pragmatic practices
Its the only way to go
Fill the belly up with herbs of escape
Lick end to end
Practice your cursive, delicate tongue touches
Roll it with fingers trembling in trepidation
Lift beyond the sky
Fly
Pragmatic practices
kategoldman Oct 2013
I kiss girls under side hallway lights
I kiss girls who make me swear not to tell
I kiss girls who kiss boys
"Its not you....... I just can't have anyone know"
I kiss girls who cheer in short skirts for boys on teams
"Its the stigma that comes along with this that I'm scared of"
"God you're pretty when you're silent"
I kiss girls who date the quarterback
I kiss your girlfriend
I do it because she smells like a secret
I do it because her lips taste like the sky
I do it for the stigma
**** the stigma
kategoldman Oct 2013
Possible side effects may include
Dizziness
Nausea
Loss of appetite
Possible side effects may include your intestines slipping out, wrapping cold coils around your neck, kissing your purple eyelids, and begging you to jump

Possible side effects may include your lungs crying bible hymns with razor tongue accuracy through muted chokes

Possible side effects include finger nails scratching piano ivory on a Sunday service

Do not repent your sins to a church that gave you this bottle
They prescribed you a god and you swallow his followings again and again
Just like youre told
Doctor dosages of high mortality

Side effects may include atheism
kategoldman Oct 2013
Muddy waters with her sediment over coat
Paint the sky in her freckles
And carve your name on her heart
Tie red ribbons over her eyes, call her a doll
Listen for a break
A pause to slip through
These are the moments I loved her the most
When the words are unsaid
And you reach a new time
Let the silence carry you under
Let the mud settle over your eyes
Till the light fades in and out
And you see the diamonds through her sky
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