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I’m not a talkative person In fact I have sewn my mouth shut To keep my thoughts From spilling out With the force of a fire hydrant When I do talk It’s in mumbles and murmurs I let my words run together I don’t even remember the last time I finished a real sentence Poetry runs through my veins Every night I unzip my forearms And let my blood Spill out onto paper I’m sorry I can’t bleed for you I’m selfish I take, take, take, and take I buy myself Christmas presents Birthday presents Because I ******* deserve it presents Grace never came easy to me I stumble over my shoelaces Like I stumble over my words Thank god none of you have a pet fish Because I would probably Break the bowl Cigarettes I don’t smoke them But **** do I find them attractive I think bruises are beautiful Purple, blue, and black splotches On pale skin Soreness when you press your fingers Into them Give me bruises And I’ll give you kisses Your eardrums can and will shatter Under my screeches of rage I don’t always scream But when I do I turn into a ******* demon I wear granny ******* casually Because being comfortable Is more important Than being **** Every bouquet you give me I will keep Until they are petal-less And brown They will sit in a vase And decay And I will use the scent As perfume I have a skinny waist But fat thighs I’m a size nine Please don’t buy me size three jeans Most people’s voices change With puberty My voice changes depending On who I’m with When I’m with you My voice is deep with a sarcastic tint When I’m with your parents I sound like a ten year old boy I have a cranberry juice addiction That’s getting out of hand Sometimes I break under Magnifying glasses My heart drums behind my ribs There’s a reason why They call it a cage I’ve read Catcher in the Rye Five times and I still Hate Holden Caulfield A good day for me Is finding socks Without holes in them I don’t plan on being A mother I can’t give you An heir My heart explodes Regenerates Explodes Regenerates Explodes Explodes Explodes Regenerates I love myself more Than I could ever love anyone else And I’ve yet to find someone Who understands that
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Dec 23, 2013
Dec 23, 2013 at 4:46 PM UTC
Everything Every Boy Who Has Ever Tried To Date Me Should've Known But Didn't
I’m not a talkative person In fact I have sewn my mouth shut To keep my thoughts From spilling out With the force of a fire hydrant When I do talk It’s in mumbles and murmurs I let my words run together I don’t even remember the last time I finished a real sentence Poetry runs through my veins Every night I unzip my forearms And let my blood Spill out onto paper I’m sorry I can’t bleed for you I’m selfish I take, take, take, and take I buy myself Christmas presents Birthday presents Because I ******* deserve it presents Grace never came easy to me I stumble over my shoelaces Like I stumble over my words Thank god none of you have a pet fish Because I would probably Break the bowl Cigarettes I don’t smoke them But **** do I find them attractive I think bruises are beautiful Purple, blue, and black splotches On pale skin Soreness when you press your fingers Into them Give me bruises And I’ll give you kisses Your eardrums can and will shatter Under my screeches of rage I don’t always scream But when I do I turn into a ******* demon I wear granny ******* casually Because being comfortable Is more important Than being **** Every bouquet you give me I will keep Until they are petal-less And brown They will sit in a vase And decay And I will use the scent As perfume I have a skinny waist But fat thighs I’m a size nine Please don’t buy me size three jeans Most people’s voices change With puberty My voice changes depending On who I’m with When I’m with you My voice is deep with a sarcastic tint When I’m with your parents I sound like a ten year old boy I have a cranberry juice addiction That’s getting out of hand Sometimes I break under Magnifying glasses My heart drums behind my ribs There’s a reason why They call it a cage I’ve read Catcher in the Rye Five times and I still Hate Holden Caulfield A good day for me Is finding socks Without holes in them I don’t plan on being A mother I can’t give you An heir My heart explodes Regenerates Explodes Regenerates Explodes Explodes Explodes Regenerates I love myself more Than I could ever love anyone else And I’ve yet to find someone Who understands that
samantha-leroy
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samantha-leroy
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Dec 23, 2013
Dec 23, 2013 at 4:46 PM UTC
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