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 Aug 2013 Lexi Cairns
M Clement
There's a brokenness in our everything
If you fail to see it,
You may be lost
I've been really busy, not a lot of time to write... nor really do anything. If I have my 'druthers, I'll have tomorrow to gather self. We'll see.
When I lost innocence
I mourned it
held it together
my poor broken dollie
but what I didn't notice was
as I forgot innocence as a distant dream
but clutched my sorrow
I was not grieving the same girl.

It was naivety and long lost ingénue that I cupped in my hands
and for so long, I pretended they were virtues,
and shades of things
I could never have again.
Foolishness, I know now,
for I am so scared to proceed
but it is better than turning back.
one. he will see right past the clever disguises and camouflage that you use to deter the world from your weary self. he will see directly into your character; into your heart and your soul. he will like what he sees, and he will want more. he will write about it.

two. after writing about your soul until it has exhausted his own, he will surface for air. there he will notice your body. he will be mesmerized by its curves and valleys. he will want to bathe in your very presence, as if the radiance of your body will make him think the way you think. he will write about it.

three. he will dream up a future for the two of you, a hopelessly impossible love story with just the right amount of heartbreak. he will be dissatisfied when life doesn't follow his carefully scripted plot. he will realize he has crafted you into the perfect antihero. he will write about it.

four. he will attempt to find a way to immortalize you. he will want the idea of you to live on like a musty echo rocking the surface of our dry and cavernous earth. he won't accept the fact that his darling was never made for eternity. he will write about it.

five. he will wonder if his words have corrupted you. the portrait he has made barely resembles you at this point. he will not know what to say to you anymore, because unlike the words on the page, you left. he will write about it.

six. he will ponder life without you. even things like grocery shopping and brushing teeth will be different without you by his side. he will struggle, but his heart will heal. he will write about it.
 Aug 2013 Lexi Cairns
Kitty bow
The sun is hiding away from the Moon
The dish found the courage to divorce the spoon
Little Bo Peep is left alone with her sheep
But doesn't know if they are going to stay
Little Miss Muffet is crying into her curds and whey
Jack cheated on Jill
So she pushed him down the hill
The grand old duke heard the news
and locked her up in jail
Humpty Dumpty was having a snooze
Fell off the wall, now can't afford to pay the bail
The Poor old egg is yet to be mended
So the fairytale has ended
Goldylocks accused the bears of being violent
But she's a trespassing theive so the town stayed silent
The wolf got tired of knocking the pigs houses down
So they go to the pub and it's always his round
Some have broken hearts and some are befriended
One things for sure, the fairytale has ended
You said "let's play house".
Years later and you're still playing.
You decided to play the trophy wife,
The kind that I had to share with other men.
Life is a movie to you and you're the star.
No, you're a poison; you play the lead role.
Suffocating every suitor that falls for your charm,
Your words are empty and the only thing you mean is harm.
You're a poison; you play the lead role,
Now you're under my skin and a part of my heart.
If I die, its likely you are the cause,
You're a poison; you play the lead role.
At this point,it won't be long before I'm gone.
people are always changing walls
                   new paint
                            wall paper
                            filling holes
                            knocking them down
walls would be so self conscious
    no one likes them
    the way they are
random thoughts
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