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Ex, ex.: lover, friend, “I love you”, (?) Creech, bleach, screech, leach, I want to throw my head against a wall if I hear that one more Time, mine, mine, mine, hers Sardines, pasta, chicken, ***** not sure if we made nachos, Morse code: ¿???¿   Vicodin, spilt eggs, late night grocery shopping, that **** ******* place We sat, flavor blasted, sombrero hanging from your roof with wilted rubber ballooned-friends and red candle wax dripping from your walls Pick me up, kiss me, walk me into a door frame on the way into your bathroom for our nightly routine of brushing teeth and ******* ******* No. More than that. Shots, you ran to get my phone, you ran back home - to me… we spent my birthday trying to drown out the sounds of us “more than ******* with whiny ***** music that we saw at that concert where you bought me edibles and I felt so high on life and you and the way you said “I ******* love you” on our way back and I knew you didn’t mean it but I pretended to believe it anyway Demetri. Demon, derailed, detain, dehumanizing, Monster, you held me when I screamed and shoved you, you told me “I’m here it’s me and I am here and you are safe” when I thought you were him, when I thought he was going to **** me again I didn’t think of him once the first time around and I cried and you asked me what was wrong while half asleep and then forgot about it the next day but I never will. I was so happy. Grass, wheels, homemade meals- get out get out get out! Why are you on my mind at 2:33am two years later (I want to throw you up)
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Jun 29, 2015
Jun 29, 2015 at 5:40 AM UTC
This Means Nothing
Ex, ex.: lover, friend, “I love you”, (?) Creech, bleach, screech, leach, I want to throw my head against a wall if I hear that one more Time, mine, mine, mine, hers Sardines, pasta, chicken, ***** not sure if we made nachos, Morse code: ¿???¿   Vicodin, spilt eggs, late night grocery shopping, that **** ******* place We sat, flavor blasted, sombrero hanging from your roof with wilted rubber ballooned-friends and red candle wax dripping from your walls Pick me up, kiss me, walk me into a door frame on the way into your bathroom for our nightly routine of brushing teeth and ******* ******* No. More than that. Shots, you ran to get my phone, you ran back home - to me… we spent my birthday trying to drown out the sounds of us “more than ******* with whiny ***** music that we saw at that concert where you bought me edibles and I felt so high on life and you and the way you said “I ******* love you” on our way back and I knew you didn’t mean it but I pretended to believe it anyway Demetri. Demon, derailed, detain, dehumanizing, Monster, you held me when I screamed and shoved you, you told me “I’m here it’s me and I am here and you are safe” when I thought you were him, when I thought he was going to **** me again I didn’t think of him once the first time around and I cried and you asked me what was wrong while half asleep and then forgot about it the next day but I never will. I was so happy. Grass, wheels, homemade meals- get out get out get out! Why are you on my mind at 2:33am two years later (I want to throw you up)
Moean
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Jun 29, 2015
Jun 29, 2015 at 5:40 AM UTC
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