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madelyne knoll Apr 2015
You are peppermint:
Red hair, green eyes, white skin
peppered with polka dots.

And I, a pagan, passive and pathetic,
whose paramour is a ******* paladin
with a perfect face, parted pout and
perfumed persecution, perpetuated by
parliamentary parents who prevent you from prospering.

And I have to pitch a poker face
Pretend that your painted pair of lips pressed on my cheek
do not paralyze me, peach turned pink
over a precious peck.

So what is the purpose behind your pretense?
The pointless promiscuity, part time passion,
and I'm patient--
but god--
let me pamper you, pageant-curls princess,
forget the prestige in your pedigree,
let this penniless pauper into your palace.

You are picturesque, purely portrait-worthy,
But your painted claws perforated my paper skin,
and all I wanted was to make you purr.


*(but I don't have a *****)
madelyne knoll Apr 2015
i slept with someone not you today
actually we ******
it wasn't romantic, i didn't love him
and before we were made one, i was terrified i couldnt do it
i was scared i couldn't have *** with someone i didn't love
and then i realized, you never made love to me.
it had always been just *******.
  Apr 2015 madelyne knoll
Madeysin
Don't tell me I'm pretty, I did not choose the way my features aligned themselves, or the texture of my hair, or the color on my skin. Tell me I have a beautiful mind, tell me you love my honesty. Tell me the way the rain makes me happy, makes you happy, compliment me on things I've worked on, on things I've developed. Don't tell me I'm ugly, I did not choose the way my features aligned themselves, or the texture of my hair, or the color on my skin. Tell me the way I enter a room like a hurricane infuriates you, tell me my tactlessness hurts you and everyone around me, tell me my inappropriate mouth is offensive and crude. Critique me on things I can change, make me a better person. I don't care how you think I look.
Nottttttt mineeee
madelyne knoll Apr 2015
i am always tired
fighting against my body's urge
to destroy itself
madelyne knoll Apr 2015
drunk on friday
drunk on saturday
woke up drunk on easter, drove to church
pretended to believe in god and even played in the worship band
sexted not my boyfriend during his family dinner
drunk alone monday night.
smoked a bowl with someone i wish i knew better tuesday after work
drunk alone tuesday night. it started to hurt, so i got
drunk alone wednesday night.

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