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Mariah Button Jul 11
I wonder if this is what it feels like
If my heart is supposed to feel like hot ash,
blowing,
blowing in the wind and landing in my hair?
If my words are meant to be like alphabet soup,
spinning,
equating to be nothing?
Am I meant to feel like an empty shell,
swimming,
sinking to the bottom?
wote this with a bit of a jumbled brain.
Title ideas? I have a few but they don't quite fit.
Thanks for reading!
Sometimes,
When I look at him,
I remember that grin.
The one from all my nightmares.
Some days,
When I feel any touch,
I remember your entitled hands,
Reaching for what isn't yours.
Some nights,
My breath gets quiet,
It reminds me of you,
Too close I could hear your breathing,
Too calm to care if I struggled.
Some days,
The birds are chirping loud,
I remember the woods behind your house
I remember the walks,
I remember the hands on my tiny waist
The whistling of the wind as I pulled away,
And your insistent tongue telling me I had no choice.
Some days my eyes are glazed over like those of a porcelain doll
Other days they're wider than all the oceans combined
My body is a "temple"
So why must I shrink it
For it to be worshiped
Your eyes fall so naturally over the body of every girl that walks by,
And they avoid me like I am diseased meat.
Men are wolves and when tamed, they're dogs.
But dogs still eat meat,
And she is quiet the piece.
This is not a reflection of my emotions towards all men. Just a demonstration of **** culture.
I find it both silly and enlightening,
That you believe my style is the equivalence of my being.
Mariah Button Nov 2018
I was created as fire
You were made of wood
I loved you and to me you were every spark inside of me
You loved me and jumped into the pit I promised to fill with my admiration
But every little word I said ignited and burned you piece by piece
You are kindling for the destruction I can not control
I wish so much I could be water or air
Something that fills you
Something that carries you
But no one can be loved by a fire..
Because I was made to burn everything I loved
And I feel nothing but sadness as I wait for our Phoenix to rise from ashes
Because I want to believe that maybe you'll become fire too or I'll become wood so that neither of us has to get hurt
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