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Maia Vasconez Apr 2016
I met the man of my dreams,
Problem is, I met him while sleeping.
Maia Vasconez Apr 2016
Twisting barbed wire around your head like a crown, strangling you on the couch... I'm hard to love but you'll never hate me.
Maia Vasconez Dec 2016
The heart is the same size as the fist. If they are both beating do they serve the same purpose?
Maia Vasconez May 2018
1.He’d say anything to get me out of my shell.
2. His pupils are hard, black marbles and I want to flick him off of me.
3. He is always shuffling through women like they are a deck of cards.
4. It’s just how the dice rolls.
5. I was afraid of falling, of my arms snapping like wishbones.
6. He waits until I’m swaying like a door hinge.
7. My eyes are wide like 8 ***** and he hits me with that same click, roll, thunk of a pool ball table.
8. You are cursing me. When you yell, you are cursing me.
9. “Come out, come out, wherever you are…”
10. I hope the bruises on your legs turn into birds. I hope you get out of here.
This is for anyone whose ever been hurt by a man
Maia Vasconez Nov 2016
She said "Hey you" with so much syrup. It hit me and slid down my arm like thick cold putty. My tongue felt spent and numb like i'd burned it or something. How do I respond to that? She speaks like a low note, like shes humming. Like the dial tone of someone who could actually feel sorry.
God, i'd cut those words into my flesh if I still had that kind of anger left. I want to make a raging claim. Instead I just wear her same condescending tone like its an oversized coat. Choke those raw words out of my throat...
     I say, "Hey there!",
Chipper as ever, and swollow hard like it doesn't taste bitter.
Picking my poison and it tastes like bitter, bitter almonds.
Maia Vasconez Jan 2019
I keep thinking about the night
he sat across from me
ripping into a pomegranate
with his hands but
I couldn’t stop seeing it as
a bleeding heart.

He put his lips on
My lips but
It just felt like he was trying to eat me.
Maia Vasconez Sep 2016
She ***** him in the shower and when she's done she washes love down the drain with ***. Says "See you later" to a man she'll never see again And spends the next few weeks wondering about it... I ask her if it's worth the anxiety but she never responds. Maybe these acts remind one that they are loveable even when they are not loved?
Maia Vasconez Oct 2016
You were made to consume,
Gorge like a tick.
You're good at ingesting
Stuff your face,
Make yourself sick.
Promise this is the last meal before the execution and after this
You will be a good little twig,
Little branch,
Little stick.
Hide the plates, burry the silver,
You'd feel a lot more like an animal if you ate with your hands and feet off the floor.
You're a round thing now and your throat goes raw spending hours upside down, trying to get the gunk out.
Yeah, you eat so much its like chewing on paper.
You're taste buds give up,
Lick the spit off your fingers.
This is how you indulge.
You'd eat a sand bag if you had to,
You'd swallow bricks to feel full.
Binge ed
Maia Vasconez Dec 2016
My foreign friend once went through my bag and found a bottle of ibuprofen. She said I wonder if these are her anti-depressants because if so then they're not working. Once my friend, excuse the bruise, my friend thought the rope in my room was meant for a noose. Once I regected food all day and so she spooned the meal to my face. She said "good girl" when I made myself a sandwich. She used to cringe every time she saw my ****** up wrists. She said her dad ******* when she was a kid and once she took a pen to her own skin. She said you know that feeling when you throw up ice cream? and I was the only girl who got it. Who really, really got it.
So, I remember sitting in the park by the waterfront smoking flavored cigars. It's starting to get dark and your leaning on my arm. I wanna split a cigarette but you're saying how I always get the filter wet. You were both the hardest and softest girl I'd ever met. We got our cards read that weekend. The tarot lady said I'd fall in love, I said bring it on. Well, I remember nights in a used hotel room, wound up on the bed was the only time you let me hold you. I used to give you chapstick every time you asked for it. You said you only missed me when your lips got chapped. and those days we weren't friends were the worst ones that I don't remember too well. I forgot how we both pulled the devil when we got our cards read. What I remember is that you were there for the worst anxiety attack. It's still funny cause you're the only one in the room who was scared. And the next day I'm dead inside and somebody's in my ear telling me about how they're making an effort to be friendly and I'm the problem, I'm not reciprocating. You ask me why I'm wearing a hat, It's so I can hide my shame under it. Today I don't have a voice, I can't talk. Can't say what I'm upset about. And I remember somebody telling me that if I thought happy I'd be happy which lead to break down sobbing in the bathroom and you came in and talked me out. You never blamed me, never thought what happened to me was my fault. And you listened to me spew about what it's like to have no friends and to hate yourself so much. And you didn't ask questions... you just loved. Loved, loved, loved. So much that I saw it building up in myself. That first jump into the pool in our sweaters and sharing showers and drying in the sun. Listening to you mumble in your sleep, combing through your hair with my thumb. And you said the first time you saw me you thought ****! Another girl that's too pretty. I think we should still be... lying on a sun lit deck. You're reading my books, I'm wearing your shoes. We should still be out on the lake, eating lunch in one of those big red canoes. We should still be jumping off the dock, yelling when the fish swim near us. We should still be up on a hill where we can smoke and watch the sunset fall to dusk. I should still be waking up late in your tent and stealing the blankets. We should still be up all night talking politics and arguing semantics.
So yes, I remember lying in your arms those last few nights while watching shooting stars. Those nights I wished so long and hard to never feel lonely again, I realized this summer that's my biggest fear. And this summer! This summer I feel healed! You bandaged me up so the good bye was rough. I felt like child peeling old band aides off.
Before she left she told me what I needed to fix about myself. In our soggy t-shirts, we have our toes diped in the water. She grabs a pool noodle out of my hands and as she bends it in demonstration says I have no back bone she can take whatever she wants, she can just have it. I'm too flexible. But she opens up, tells me about the guys she's ****** and how she's never really been in love. She tells me about her girl crush. She says if I'd told her I'd loved her first, "like I SHOULD have" then she'd of been crushing on me instead. I just wish I could have been the one to drop her off at the airport. I helped her pack her bags and watched her slam the car door shut. It's different when you're forced to be apart, she didn't have the chance to make me hurt. I count the miles that seperate us. Guess I'll just love her from a distance.
This is probably the longest thing I've ever written. I've been working on this for a month and a half I think but I'm not sure how I feel about it. It's a true story, my summer with a British girl. We were in a big city but also spent most of our time in the woods in the middle of nowhere. Anyways, suggestions always welcome!
Maia Vasconez Dec 2016
Well, there is a place I go to get a bit of quiet. If the night is mellow, I'll turn on some mellow tunes to match it. Oh and, it's soft here. I feel too large for the bed that I spread myself on… You know, if you let yourself walk too deep in thought, you could get lost and at night it's dark on memory lane.
    And then I'm drifting again. I dream of awkward reconciliation, of a confrontation we've already had before. We sit side by side on the sidewalk by some park.
“Take me back”, I'm saying. And she sinks to the floor.
“Dummy", she sighs. "I don't love you anymore”.
I wrote this the 3rd time you broke my heart... or was it the 4th?
Maia Vasconez Apr 2016
You've got fangs like a dog but you're ******* for blood.
.................
You are not what you seemed.
I see the mark but do not ask what it means.
Maia Vasconez Jan 2019
He broke the door, not my arm.



I thought it'd be
so much worse than a hole in the wall.
I thought the Big Bad Wolf would come out
and blow this House of Cards down.
Maia Vasconez Sep 2016
DONT GET ME STARTED ON A BLANK PAGE AND THE THINGS YOU DO TO FILL IT UP. DONT GET ME STARTED ON MY ***** MIND AND ALL THE THINGS I DO TO CLEAR THE MUCK.
CLEANSE MY ******* BODY,
IM A WASTE OF MONEY HONEY. I NEED A DEEP RINSE AND A DEEP CONDITIONING. I NEED TO RELAX. I TAKE A HOT SHOWER AND A HOT BATH. ALL SOAP AND SUDS, I HOPE THIS IS GOOD ENOUGH.
Maia Vasconez Dec 2016
Hija morena
Con los ojos de lodo,
Y piel oscura de café con ron.
Los labios manchados rojos.
Pregunto,
-?Es sangre o vino?-
Me mira con los ojos podridos
Y dice,
-Lo que tu quieras-

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Darker daughter
Eyes like mud,
Skin like black coffee and ***.
Her lips stained red.
I ask,
"Is it blood or just wine"?
She looks at me with rotting eyes.
Sighs,
"Whichever you want it to be".
Make more bilingual poetry guys! Hac Himel convinced me to post this, shout out 2 him.
Maia Vasconez Dec 2016
So if you're gonna put a ******* gun to my head, put a gun to my head. I'd understand why you'd feel the need to do it. And if it's money you want, I keep cash in my socks.
        So take my jewelry. Come to my house, the doors aren't locked so you can ******* rob me. I'd take my arm off and hand it to you if you wanted it badly. You can use force or you can take it gently. And If you want to **** me for it, go ahead and **** me. I don't need anything more than you do. Be a parasite, take my food. Cut my bag open, spill the contents. You can have whatever's in my pockets. Be a vandal, defile me. Be a thief, steal my identity. You can ask or you can just take it. I'm unimportant, but take my soul if you think it's worth it.
Maia Vasconez Jan 2019
Another day spent
with my head under the covers
and the kitchen is, I swear to god
a mile away.
Mostly
I think I'm so out of it
I wouldn't even deserve
a participation award.
Little by little becoming more
passive and less aggressive.
Someone says my name wrong and
I don't correct them.
It's a game of charades where
I act out The Sadness but
no one can guess what it is.

I can't talk about it here. The walls are too thin. Some days the sheets are so heavy that I can't get out if bed. I just wallow in it instead. I just wallow in it instead.
Work in progress
Maia Vasconez Oct 2016
Where I used to be deep and dark she just calls me evil... Well I say I'm the devil.
               "You're actually malicious"
      I'll admit my intentions are suspicious.....
Manipulative ******* use their fingers to keep the world spinning.
Maia Vasconez May 2017

About the scratches... I just wanted to put a hole in myself that I could actually see. Snap out of it please. Please please please. Come on back down now....

Sometimes you just need to leave your body, sometimes you try to nail yourself to it instead. Sometimes your mind puts some distance between your hands and head, and that's the closest you ever get to flying.
Eat
Maia Vasconez Sep 2016
Eat
YOU BURN YOUR TONGUE AND TAPE YOUR MOUTH SHUT TRYING TO KEEP THE CALORIES OUT AND AFTER YOUR FIRST NICE MEAL IN A WHILE YOU SPEND THE NEXT HALF HOUR TRYING TO TOSS IT BACK UP AND BETWEEN THE EATING TOO LITTLE AND THE EATING TOO MUCH YOU PUSH YOUR THIGHS APART SO THE FAT DOESNT TOUCH. LOOSE THE TENDER PIECE ON YOUR BELLY BUT KEEP PULLING AT THE SKIN. YOU TURN YOUR RIB CAGE RED CLAWING AT IT LIKE THAT. LATER AT NIGHT WHEN THE WHOLE HOUSE IS ASLEEP, YOU LINE YOUR NAKED BODY UP WITH THE MIRROR SO YOU CAN WEEP AND -RAGE ABOUT IT SOME MORE. ALWAYS BEEN SUCH A ******* EYE SORE! GOT A ROTTEN CORE LIKE ALL THE FOOD HIDDEN IN YOUR DRAWERS.
ALWAYS BEEN SUCH A ******* EYE SORE!
ALWAYS BEEN SUCH A ******* EYE SORE!
Maia Vasconez Nov 2016
It's been months now but
You still ask around, "Why'd he do it?" like there's no one to blame.

When I entered the house where the ****** took place, I was there for awhile before I felt the extra space. I saw his things. His belongings. His half eaten food. Halfway things he had half the intention to live through. I wasn't aloud upstairs where the body was found. You tell me you were home but you didn't hear the sound. You were tired, didn't hear it fire. Since you slept through the bullet, now you don't sleep at all. Every time you close your eyes you see the bullet hole.
 In an attempt to rest better, you went to the morgue to replace his ****** face with the peaceful one. Funny how angry he always was, this was the first time you'd seen him so calm. Maybe its not a shame that he's dead, maybe the shame is in the way he was living.
So stop asking why he did what he did.
He was just eleven when he brought the gun to his head. He was still a kid when you sent him to heaven.




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She checked every phone, his search history, every conversation looking for a motive and she still can't find what pushed him over the edge. I knew how he'd do it. His fascination in guns was no coincidence. A reason arms do less good and more harm, expetially in the hands of the metally ill. I hope this is a reminder to tell everyone how much you love and appreciate them, he sure didn't hear it enough and you sure can't tell him now.
She checked every phone, his search history, every conversation looking for a motive and she still can't find what pushed him over the edge. I knew how he'd do it. His fascination in guns was no coincidence. A reason arms do less good and more harm, expetially in the hands of the metally ill. I hope this is a reminder to tell everyone how much you love and appreciate them, he sure didn't hear it enough and you sure can't tell him now.
Maia Vasconez Dec 2016
My eyes roll back in my head.
Get the bad thing out. Just **** it.
Summoning or suppressing demons: Take a pill and swallow hard.
Have you ever lost control of your body before?
Maia Vasconez Mar 2016
I hate the thinking about your body in the ground.
ghosts aren't real
but I knew you'd find a way to haunt me
I still have your ***** laundry
and I swear to god it talks to me//
I was smoking when
someone asked
how I deal with everything.
I blew smoke in their face
I said you'll feel this way someday
someday, someday, someday//
I feel the urge to dig up your bones
is there anywhere special you'd want to go?
Maia Vasconez May 2017
I guess it was cuz he grew up an only child but
he never learned how to share.
I ask him how his day went
and he doesn't answer.

Sit in the silence and hate god for all his violence.
I want to take a break,
He tells me to empty my pockets if I need more space.
Why do they always make it feel like it's your fault when it starts to fall apart?
I'm not the one who ****** it up, I'm not the one who ****** this up!
Maia Vasconez Apr 2016
You shouldn't feel butterflies in your stomach when you see him. When you love  a person you should find them calming.
The way I see you with your hair up and no make up and no bra but your shirts still on... I would call that comfort in each other.
The intimate conversations we had made you feel more than any boys hands.
The unsuspecting pictures and my boring little lectures and us bonding over laundry was a sure sign of connection and there was never any tension.
And the truth is I hate to see you worrying about some dumb kid who doesn't care about you as much or more than I do but,

I'm not saying be in love with me,
I'm saying I hold your heart
the way he holds your hand.
Purely platonic, this **** is ironic.
Maia Vasconez Jun 2016
velvet scrunchie
balled up money
I feel funny I feel funny
wet feet
dead meat
you and me
are dead meat

ripped tights
bug bites
another street fight
my wings are damp kites
forgot a light,
can I *** yours?

scratched disks,
you are the sound I missed when the record skipped

someone said I belong in a trash bin
broken chin
crooked grin
too thin too thin
tattoos made with a safety pins

yes she was star lit,
lying face down on the carpet
I love her this way
wish she'd pass out here everyday

I got voicemail again!
I write these letters
and you never respond
would you like me better if I said something nice about your sweater?

I feel sick again
fever, chills, muscle aches
it only happens when you flake
it only happens when you flake
I think I have the flu
ya I probably do
this cant be heart break
no it cant be heart break

you call me glum chum
I think I know why
I haven't smiled in awhile
I have scars on my thighs
I drink wine, get high
spill about how much I hate life

you call me glum chum
but I wipe crumbs off your
mouth with my thumb
don't play dumb
don't play dumb
also don't swallow your gum
Writing things when your heart hurts and reading them when it doesn't
Maia Vasconez Aug 2016
this is how you get right with god
on your hands and knees,
begging,
" could you spare me please"

this is how you deal with his wrath,
when you're pleading with him
and strangers turn their backs to mummer "that ones a sociopath"
and it echoes in your pounding head,
their grins and hacking laughs
"that ones a sociopath,
that ones a sociopath"
Maia Vasconez Oct 2018
Scary when you can go all day without saying a word. At some point you end up in restaurants and grocery stores hoping someone who works there will ask you what you want, if they can help you find what you're looking for. And you will say I hope so but I don't know if anyone can.
She said I like the idea of being so lonely I'd cut myself in half just to have someone to talk to.
Maia Vasconez Oct 2017
Why was leaving me as easy and ugly as taking off velcro shoes. It made that tearing noise too. I don't feel so good. I lost my appetite. She said leave me alone and my heart sped up and then it flat lined. I keep telling my dog I'm clairvoyant. That I always knew I'd end up this disappointed. Gutted. Just like a fish. Just as messy, not so tragic.
My first poem since july, yikes.
Maia Vasconez Sep 2016
She wants to know what its like to be the enemy, I tell her their hate has no **** remedy.
I am good at that, good at being disliked And I put people on my bad side all the time.

Yes, you hate yourself so much you want everyone to believe how selfish, ugly and rotten you are and you let them see all the true parts of yourself that are mean and bad, that would have been a secret in anybody else. You prove to the crowd that you are fowl and you speak out loud to yourself of the evil and the desires and the feelings you reasonably shouldn't have. You do not want them to look at you with kindness you prove you are not worth it and you put everybody, everybody on your bad side.
His
Maia Vasconez Apr 2018
His
I like boys who look like deer in the headlights. Shy. Startled by the movement of clouds.
He looked like a cherub. I miss the callouses on his hands. Everything he says sounds like rain water on the outside of a window! I shoved his love letters into beer bottles and threw them into the sea! It's the ven diagram of our bodies overlapping.
I spell it all out in refrigerator magnets.
I wanted someone I could make snow angles with...
He tied balloons to my wrists and I got carried away.
I've had butterflies in my stomach for weeks and I can't swallow and I can't sleep.
Maia Vasconez Sep 2019
In the mornings,
I ate like a hummingbird. Handfuls of
white chocolate chips and blueberries.
Saucers of green tea.

You do not know devotion until
you have seen these rituals.
These little rituals
where a young girl wakes up,
strips down,
holds her breath, and
steps on the scale.  

I wanted to hear my skeleton rattle inside me like
a set of keys.

I had a tape measure under my bed,
and a death wish.

There is nothing I know,
nothing more precious than this.
I wanted to be
            diamond
rough, and
jagged edges.

She’s a fairy, she just
can’t fly because
she doesn’t eat.

Have you seen the disappearing act where
the girl makes herself shrink and no one
notices because
she is already small?

I won’t stop until
I drink air and eat sunshine.

I won’t stop until
they worry (they love me).
#tw
Maia Vasconez Apr 2016
I turn people into gods,
I'm upset when they have flaws.
Maia Vasconez Sep 2019
Keep the lights off,
I look too much like my mother today.

Pack the sadness up into boxes and
put it away. No one wants to see that anymore.

All my friends are rays of sunshine and
I have to bite my cheek.

I don't smile,
I bare my teeth.

I keep them all at arms length unless

they can feel their way through the hall
in the dark,

now that every room gets dim
with me inside of it.

In fact,

what if we sleep through this one?

What if I just lie down
and let the birds peck at me?
Maia Vasconez Mar 2016
I picked violets for her
it was spring, the flowers seemed menacing.
Can I surpass a lilac past?
My thoughts are a deeper purple
and I'm drowning in petals.
Maia Vasconez Dec 2016
I wish what happened had made me bleed.
I'd like to bite down on something thick like raw meat and if it's my own tongue then so be it. Even if I could keep my big clumsy mouth shut i'd still ***** or cut my wrists up all over the carpet for attention. Look at me! Or past me. I'm not good at being ignored. Or I'm the best at it.... I'm a phantom in the sense that I'll make you uncomfortable but no ones sure if I'm even there or what the hell I'm still bothering them for. So if you're not going to see me for me, I'll pull a white sheet over my body and creep through your house in the dark. And if you're going to look my way with a guilty face then you might as well just keep your eyes shut. And I hope someday you can remember who I am. And well...., ******* for not seeing a good thing when you had it. Now haunting you is just another one of my bad habits.
She said stop hanging onto people by threads. I guess i'd just rather have stitches than lose another friend. When nobody loved me I lost my head. Please don't do that to me again. Please don't do that to me again.
Maia Vasconez Nov 2018
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Thinking about it gives me lice, oh my god it bugs me. Sometimes it still feels like it might set my skin on fire, most days it just feels like a sunburn.

I would love to move on but she's stuck in my head like a song.
U take up 2 much room in my head
Maia Vasconez Oct 2018
A body in the freezer. A bag over my head. A black eye like an oil spill. I’m still pulling out the splinters. A damp spot in the basement. A stain on the carpet. Every coat hanger in the closet. On the ceiling fan. Dangling like an ornament. A chill in these hallways. Footsteps in the attic. A broken light switch. Duct tape over my mouth so I won’t talk about it...
Well what do you think, is this house haunted?
Maia Vasconez Mar 2016
Met an angel in an alley,
I'm sure all angels snort dust.
She told me she was lost.

I pointed towards the nearest ditch and said,
"Sweetheart, go home"
I want to delete this but its popular
Maia Vasconez Jan 2018
Wolves stopped whistling when I put the invisibility cloak on. I guess you don't need magic to dissapear. It's just all black always. Black jacket, black jeans, black shoes. I keep my head down and my mouth shut and it's no wonder.
Maia Vasconez Jul 2017
Put down your back seat and make a bed
It is 8:04am
You turned your knees into ash trays
I keep asking how you ended up an addict... all you say is smoke follows beauty
You point out the birthmarks on my arm and say an angels kissed me. But I'm not blessed. I guess, I don't know...
MIA
Maia Vasconez Jun 2017
MIA
You know it's bad when you start reading through the personal column and craigslist ads. No first date to the movies, he showed up in a suit to a house party.

  Someone keyed a sad face into the side of your car. You should stop breaking hearts. I heard you like games, so let's play hide and seek with our feelings! I think I'd go out all night with a flashlight just to find out if you've missed me. Sometimes I have half a mind to file a missing person report but god knows where you've been and the authorities always come up short.
And I'm awful sorry that it happened like this but I deserve better than a sloppy first kiss
Maia Vasconez Oct 2018
She undresses like an orange peel.
It's her lace on the rug and
she is so dizzy from kissing him.
Maia Vasconez Apr 2017
You're always saying, "I mean of course I love him... he's my dad". You should see your face when you say that. You don't light up, your hands don't get warmer, your heart doesn't skip a beat. No, you say "of course I love him... but..." and your whole face sinks. Tell me all about how great he is then! How he hit you, how he's always drunk. On the phone yesterday you said "love you" before hanging up and... the static on the other end just laughed.
Blood doesn't equal love. Even your family can betray you.
Maia Vasconez Oct 2018
It's not that I’m hurt, it’s that I think I’ve been wounded.
If you wanted to be animals you should have done it outside.
I said you made me too sad and he sends his condolences in a get well soon card and he asks if he can sign the cast.
I KEEP PLAYING IT BACK:
HIS HANDS ARE BOTTLE OPENERS. SHE'S A RAKE IN HIS LAP. THIS FEELING IS LUKEWARM AND YOU DESERVE ALL THE BITTER IN THE ALCOHOL.
IF YOU WANTED TO BE ANIMALS YOU SHOULD HAVE DONE IT OUTSIDE.
I COULDN'T SLEEP IN MY BED
MY ROOM WASN'T MINE
I WANTED TO THROW MYSELF FROM THE BALCONY
I WANTED TO SEE
JUST HOW MANY BONES
I COULD GET AWAY WITH BREAKING
...
That night left a bruise.
And I'm
                 Still reeling.
Maia Vasconez Dec 2016
This is your fault isn't it. You are why I can't feel nice things. I'm the victim in this situation. I see my perpetrator in him.
Maia Vasconez Dec 2016
This was predictable. The revolt was inevitable. Try to suppress a mob who all want one thing. The masses can riot. Anger's not quiet. We are all qualified to rebel. Revolution is beneficial, an uprising essential. Resist the urge to follow the leader. A dictator is not in your favor. The disgraced, it is their turn. Object the men who prefer the violent. A tyrant does not stay silent, neither do we. It is appropriate to howl and claw at a system that does one wrong. Injustice is where turmoil stems from.
Maia Vasconez Apr 2016
Destroying sand castles to be the restless kids everybody hated
because you couldn't love your master piece if it was in pieces
Maia Vasconez Oct 2016
She looked at me and pulls the scissors out of my hands. She says she never trusted me with anything sharp.
Her eyes drift toward my arms and
I try to roll down my sleeves.
Maia Vasconez Jul 2017
your per
                fume
 looms in every room
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she writes apologies with sharpie on her skin
holds promises in place with bobby pins
licks the flavored chapstick from her lips
leaves indents of nails in her closed fists
her hair is still wrapped around the teeth of my comb
our outline pressed into the memory foam
Turn left at this light and it'll take me home
Take me home
and if home is where the heart is
then why do I feel so alone
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(the second I can't smell your sickly sweet cologne?)
I wrote this in 2015 donut judge
Sip
Maia Vasconez Oct 2018
Sip
I will get to the bottom of this and by that I do mean the bottle.
I will go until my bellies full of venom and like cement,
It will churn in my stomach all night.
My head is always spinning like a washing machine.
No one ever hits on you if your drinking straight whiskey.
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