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  Jan 2015 mrs kite
apintofwords
Normal and I dated for a while,
Normal was a little high-maintenance,
Normal asks you not to laugh too loud, that's not very lady-like you know,
Normal tells you to always wear lipstick when you go out,
Normal demanded perfection.
Normal doesn't like it when your hair is messy or your nails aren't done,
Normal gets fussy when there are creases on your shirt,
Normal says, straighten that wrinkle, scrub that spot and align your smile,
Normal means business, there's no time to be sad,
Normal won't let you show your weaknesses, you must be perfect,
Perfect posture, perfect smile, oh! and don't forget that lipstick.
Normal unfortunately, wasn't for me.
So, we called it quits a while ago.
Last I heard, normal was seen trying to adjust the smile of his current love,
As for me, I fell in love with wanderlust and he's been good to me so far.
mrs kite Jan 2015
these love songs
are the saddest things
because i know



they will never be sung for me
mrs kite Dec 2014
sometimes I like to pretend I am good at things like cooking or drawing or singing or driving or charming or loving or writing or thinking acting or coping or making genuine human connections.

but i'm not.



oops.
mrs kite Dec 2014
10:30 11:47 12:56 1:12 2:38 3:23 a.m.

the screen is a burning light
That seeps through my eyes
with a flaming sensation

this little blue screen
has several hues
and each one will be the death of me

maybe one day i'll realize the source of my sadness is not my mind
it is just the little bird and the Kodak camera constantly calling my name
mrs kite Dec 2014
My eyes aren't the kind you'd write a song about
         no deep lakes of hazel to fall into

My beauty is nothing that would keep a tortured poet up at night
         nothing to compete with the spellbinding beauty of a harvest moon

My smile will never be anyone's reason to hold on
         nor will my soul, nor will my heart

No one will ever wish they could dive deeper into my mind
         for there is nothing of interest inside

I will never create anything with my hands
so mesmerizing
         as to make someone give me a second glance, a second thought, a second chance

All I can offer is passion and naivety
         and I'm sorry darling, because I know that was never enough
I'm a poetry newbie, any feedback is appreciated
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