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Marie-Niege Nov 2014
are you ever afraid
that you won't fit
back into someone's
life like you used to
Marie-Niege Nov 2014
he told me that my blue hat
reminded him of the sky
and in that moment,
I felt limitless-
but only for that moment.
Marie-Niege Nov 2014
i am not who i present myself to be
i am who i am who i am is not me.
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Marie-Niege Nov 2014
"I like broken people, Dad."
I said into the hourglass as
time sped down past my
waist. He is wasting sand.

"Just make sure they don't
break you, Jaso."

We are wasting sand and
time has sped down and
slowed up.
Marie-Niege Nov 2014
I kept on telling him
that my lips were made
of pillows as if he
couldn't feel them
with his charcoal tips
as his lips broke across
my shea skin. We are
globs of jojoba oil
set above a fire.
We melt. Together.
Marie-Niege Nov 2014
he told me to tell her hi
as if their relationship
was something that i
wanted to help foster
and she said, "hiback"
as if she didn't know
all of the ways she was
******* up everything.
i hate her and the way
she makes herself so
comfortable everywhere,
i want her to stay sitting
on eggshells, i want her
hands to be branded by
nails, i want her leave his
lap alone, I want her to.
i hate them. her. him they. this is a stupid poem disregard it please.
Marie-Niege Nov 2014
I kept on telling him
that his hands felt like
clouds until he found
my lips and told me
they felt like pillows
and tasted of sugar
cubes scrambled
into grapplings of salt.
He held my face
with his hands and
I was sure for minutes
at a time, that I could
read through him, the
forecast from his wet hands.
i am sugar
you are clouds
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