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Madeline Cirullo Mar 2014
Here's another
whiny poem
where I lyrically
complain
about
how he doesn't pay
any attention to me
even though I know full well
that he isn't
obligated to
Madeline Cirullo Mar 2014
Keeping a corpse
as company
cold hands to match mine
at least this one
stays
At least this one
listens
warmth it seems
corrupts
Madeline Cirullo Mar 2014
I have your name
caught in my throat
with every new
face
I smile upon
I want to swallow it
and find another
to put between my lips
Madeline Cirullo Mar 2014
It's the deadpan
he said
moving his hand
across his face
No
It's me
I thought right back
Madeline Cirullo Mar 2014
Honestly
I'd rather be stabbed once
than slowly burned to death
so look me in the eye
and **** me clean
Madeline Cirullo Mar 2014
What did you say?
I'm wearing your words on
my wrist
instead of reading them
Flat before me
Madeline Cirullo Mar 2014
Give it to me straight
a shot of reality
Don't bother with a chaser
I'm used to the burn
afterwards I'll be numb
anyway
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