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 Sep 2014 OliviaAutumn
Aquinas
"Do
You beg
For his body
Against yours like his
Is pressed upon mine every
Day into the night, dirtily polite?"

No, but I stop and think
About the chances I had
With him all alone
That I've wasted
Dreaming of
Him
I think I'm going mad
 Sep 2014 OliviaAutumn
Satsuki
No one told me how much it could hurt. No one told me how I could so easily I could fall back down after picking myself up. No one told me that even though it's bad to keep everything inside you, it's even worse to tell it to someone who doesn't care. No one told me how hard it would be to find someone who does care. No one told me that you could get so sad that you could actually feel your heart breaking. No one told me how hard this could be.
 Sep 2014 OliviaAutumn
L
Written
 Sep 2014 OliviaAutumn
L
In my dreams,
I write poetry on her skin.
The pen moves gently and with compassion.
Words of love join hands,
waltzing across
her collarbones
   her waist
      her hips
covering her entirely.
I take my time, marking her arms with lyrics of adoration to cover
scars of self hatred.
"You are so beautiful."
She cries.
"This is beautiful."
I smile.
*"Oh, my love... the best have yet to be written."
Written quite a lot today...
another for R.
(surprise surprise)
I love you.

**
Leigh
 Sep 2014 OliviaAutumn
Curtis
It is funny
You know
When I write a poem
I go
The body writes itself
Not the title though
You left a note, but she didn't care
Instead she breathed a last trail of smoke
From your matted hair
Surprise, the reaper came early this time
Surprised you could see from the smoke in her eyes

Inhale
Inhale

So she wrapped you up in knotted
grey sheets of white, her eyes now light up from the fear
Of the Night
That the tonight you might bite her
That you might excite her
With your wings of hallowed promises
and peace

Inhale
Inhale

Lay down a wreath
You meant it this way

Watch through the smoke in your eyes
Watch as she swallows goodbyes
Instead attaches you to the chain in her chest
Lays you down in her bed then watches you rest
From a nest
From the floor
Uncertain
at last
She adores you enough

Her Past
Slowly eating her
At Last
The excuse has arrived
Surprise

Inhale
Inhale

The chain in her chest
Becomes the chain on her neck
And as for the rest, that
you chose when
You took a breath

To bereave
To leave
Was to force her to breathe her last

Inhale
Inhale
and
Exhale
The Past
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