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I bite my lip and prepare to jump,
In my literary suicide.
I've got my diary scrawled over my heart,
And I've got nothing left to hide.

I'm an addict for your love,
But you don't exist.
We live in a world,
Of spelling errors and misprints.

So take your pen,
And sign your name on my soul.
Give me one last kiss,
Please, just to make me whole.

Tie the knot,
And kick the chair from under me.
This poem is all about,
Me just trying to let you be.
Don’t cheat on me ever,

Especially with that monster

Don’t even look

Cause looking leads to flirting

And the second you start flirting with the monster

The sooner he’ll be in your arms

Tearing you to pieces

Tears flowing down your face,

A face that once held the smile of an angel

A smile that I worked so hard to see

Don’t ever cheat on me with the monster

Because that sly silver blade,

Can do more damage than any man ever could

And just like my hard work,

He sends your blood and your dreams

Down the drain
 Jun 2013 Lynn For Now
Mia Marie
Believe me, please.
I am extremely thankful
To live in such a beautiful
And blessed place
Such as this one.

But I have a best friend,
Who is snorting his life away
Through the poison called Coke.
I have countless friends fighting
The slow, merciless Depression.
Stress, Hate, and Anger
Swarm my body,
If not my head,
Almost every day.
My "closest" friends don't understand.
They've lost my Trust,
And I can't say a word
To my "supportive" family.
I constantly feel so Alone.
I must sit here,
In Silence,
And keep this God ******
Smile on my face.

So yes,
It can be hard sometimes,
*Even for a white girl,
Living in beautiful California.
She seemed okay
until she entered her shower
where she crawled up in a
ball and just cried
because it was where
no one would hear
no one would know.

She exits with bloodshot
eyes and her parents just
think she got shampoo
in them, because that's
what she told them.

But those were just lies.
I want my name tattooed on your lips
stars tattooed across my back
my name to be a star
I want you to hold me on your tongue
to leave stars in your hair
when I run my fingers through
I want you so bad it’s driving me mad
playing on our radio
I want your lips so bad on my stars
-want stars when you taste me
your fingers to ******* tattoos
the stars to taste our fingers
when they wander through our lips
I want our fingers touching lips
by the stars that bathe our tattooed names
in the music of the madness twixt our hips
I want our ink all over our skin
A stellar map to lead us in
Some days
The words don't flow
The bank of ideas has gone bankrupt
And the well of thoughts has dried up
This is one of those days
How comes it, Flora, that, whenever we
Play cards together, you invariably,
  However the pack parts,
  Still hold the Queen of Hearts?

I've scanned you with a scrutinizing gaze,
Resolved to fathom these your secret ways:
  But, sift them as I will,
  Your ways are secret still.

I cut and shuffle; shuffle, cut, again;
But all my cutting, shuffling, proves in vain:
  Vain hope, vain forethought, too;
  That Queen still falls to you.

I dropped her once, prepense; but, ere the deal
Was dealt, your instinct seemed her loss to feel:
  "There should be one card more,"
  You said, and searched the floor.

I cheated once: I made a private notch
In Heart-Queen's back, and kept a lynx-eyed watch;
  Yet such another back
  Deceived me in the pack:

The Queen of Clubs assumed by arts unknown
An imitative dint that seemed my own;
  This notch, not of my doing,
  Misled me to my ruin.

It baffles me to puzzle out the clew,
Which must be skill, or craft, or luck in you:
  Unless, indeed, it be
  Natural affinity.
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