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 Mar 2015 Mark The Vagabond
L
Lungs
 Mar 2015 Mark The Vagabond
L
I'm tempted to light the cigarette that's hidden away on my bookshelf -- Maybe then I'll be able to breathe.
 Mar 2015 Mark The Vagabond
B
Fall in love with the way his voice shakes when he tells you he's scared to lose you
Fall in love with the way he smiles when you kiss his cheek while he's trying to sleep
Fall in love with the way he gives you goosebumps when he whispers sweet nothings in your ear
Fall in love with the way his fists clench when he gets frustrated because he can't explain how much you mean to him
Fall in love with how his breath fills your mouth when he kisses you so deep it feels like your lungs have melted away
Fall in love with how his eyes fill with tears when he knows that he hurt
you
Fall in love with every part of him


B.S.
I was told that
If I ate a little less
If I ran a little more
I would be skinny

I was told that
If I was skinny, I would be pretty
If I was skinny, boys would like me
If I was skinny, I would turn heads

So I ran, and I ate my vegetables
I watched the numbers on the scale
slowly descend
I became as skinny as the models in magazines
As skinny as the girls in my class

But no heads turned
Boys don't like me
*And I sure don't feel prettier
You lose a job
the lover you tied your life with drifts elsewhere
the place you grew root seems not home anymore
the days are vacuous and nights a crawler
your head echoes with the deafening groan

I deserve no love, even from me.

Surely it’s the worst portrait you drew of yourself
and an erroneous one.

The job was filling your purse but emptying your purpose
the lover was no fairy but a fair weather friend
the home was only a harbor you anchored before sail.

There’s a world at your doorstep begging your attention
withering without your love.

Pick up and hold them to your breast
see how quickly unburdens your chest
your spirits soar.

From thence you would never cease
to love yourself from the core!
 Mar 2015 Mark The Vagabond
Remus
You show up
asking for an
explanation.
I don't have one.

You ask why I'm
so cold hearted
but what do you
want?

Do you want me
to bend over
and pour my
heart all over your
shoes as I
beg for your
forgiveness.

I don't want your
forgiveness.
I don't need your
forgiveness.

Like how you
didn't need me
when you
cheated
4 months
ago.
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