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Melody Claire Jan 2016
Spoil her until her she's rotten and grey
Until her eyes only see roses and honey and milk and love
Tell her ugly face that she's ravishing, alluring even.
Blow her mind out the windows of her car.
**And then complain about everything she is.
Melody Claire Jan 2016
I want to write about the needle pins you poke on my spine
When I try, however.
I'm distracted by the parrot on my shoulder
bickering the sadness away.
He's a ******* parrot who's words mean nothing.
With a time bomb of a friendship.
He listens to the words that escape my mouth like smoke under a door and questions everything I do (as if he actually cares.)
I'll miss the parrot on my shoulder....
I forgot how life was without him.
some people grow on you
Melody Claire Jan 2016
I wouldn't want to read your mind,
I would prefer to see your mind.
To see the world through your eyes and get lost in the dark creases of your folded memories ...
To see what you see when you look into my eyes ...
That would be the real privlege
Melody Claire Jan 2016
The inside of my mouth is definitely scarred
Why are my teeth so **** sharp?
The ties between us have been stretched too far,
they're beginning to tear.
I don't know where you are,
and frankly I don't care.
Why is my tongue so **** sharp?
Melody Claire Jan 2016
I find it a bit intrusive how you talk to me in my sleep
simply to hear the secrets I keep.
Melody Claire Jan 2016
Your glass eyes are always leaking tears, but I don't mind it.
The needle in my hand will always sew you back together.
Your stringy hair is cut in all the wrong places.
Still beautiful.
I don't understand why you always creep into dark, dusty spaces,
But I'm always here to dust you off.
No, you're not made of silk or velvet
Nor porcelain or glass.
You're made from pieces of old memories;
some ineffable others melancholy.
You, are simply a haunting piece of sublimity.
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