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Nicholle Justine Sep 2013
drunks kisses
released inhibitions
hand in my pants
hearts beating fast
liquor on our breath
this must be what
love feels like
Nicholle Justine Sep 2013
Dress me up
Tight skirt
Low cut shirt.
I don't **** shame,
Because
Every now and then
It feel good to get some.

Pour me a drink,
So I can tolerate
These drunk *******.
If you can't beat 'em
Join 'em.
What the hell.
I don't want to remember
My mistakes,
But that's all my life is.

Let me *** a smoke.
This weeks been rough
Light me up,
Cuz pretty girls
Don't light their own.

I'm killing myself slowly
Because the pain feels good.
Nicholle Justine Sep 2013
I start a text:
hey
I delete it.
I start a new one:
how are you?
delete.
I sit there and wonder
With my phone in my hand.
I begin to type again:
i miss you..
the cursor blinks at the end of the phrase
a lot
I hold my phone tight.
Nope.
Can't do it.
delete.
Nicholle Justine Jul 2013
I wait
all **** day long.
I hope
all **** day long.
And for what?
a call
a *******
*******.
I should be
stronger than this,
but I pine
hopelessly for you.
I long for your touch.
Why can't I open
my eyes and see that
my hope in you,
is futile.
And though,
one day,
I wish to be more.
The truth is...
I'm just a piece of *** to you.
Nicholle Justine Jul 2013
i love to talk.
with words.
without substance.
carelessly speak
about the weather.

i hate to talk.
with words.
with meaning.
words that make me vulnerable.
words that make me hurt.

i hate to speak
the words that need to be said.
Nicholle Justine Jun 2013
The friendships made on 48th Street
Are ones that cannot be beat.
Us four girls
We owned the world.
We rode our  bikes as fast as we could
Achieving great, instead of plain ol' good.
Our faces smeared with dirt,
Our hearts unaware of any hurt
With smiles on our face.
How I miss that place.
The innocence was in my heart
Now my world is torn apart.
I wish I could return
To my life without concern
When my world was a block wide
And dreams could never die.
Nicholle Justine Jun 2013
It's like ******, each word said
Injected into my ear
Your lips are the needle.
I get chills, I know it's wrong
So wrong.
I try to avoid it by plugging my ears
The urge is too strong to
listen, listen, listen
The "Did you hear about"s and
The "I can't believe they"s
Have me crawling back for more
I'm hooked on those juicy lies

It's like a cigarette.
I breath in the information
Luckily, it doesn't blacken my lungs.
My soul, however cannot say the same.
I release the built up smoke
So everyone else can share in my knowledge
Some unwilling,
Others take a deep breath in,
Blackening their soul with
Second-hand gossip

It's like a joint
A community drug
You can't keep it all to yourself
Let's pass it around the circle,
And make sure everyone gets a
nice
long
drag
It makes serious matters casual.
You regret.

It's alcohol
I don't know what I'm saying
And my mind blurs with fuzzy lines
Between right and wrong.
I pick up my keys and
Drive my self righteous car.
I didn't see the stop sign.
I didn't see the warnings.
Now I've affected more than myself
As I stop too late.
I hurt a life,
Multiple lives.

Another victim taken.
Another life ruined.
Another gossip overdose.
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