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i am tired, and my bones are sore and at times i want to curl up within the ground and have the tufts of grass and dried up leaves call me home. at moments i am so tired of others, their teeth, too much shown and how it all seems like paint still trying to dry. i am tired of men waggling their lips, and i am tired of women always defending and i am tired of people pushing my veins inwards. i feel like weeds trying to grow in botanical gardens. i cannot fit. i cannot speak enough or be quiet enough. i am shoved into outlines designed for others. i do not know where my fingers should lie, and when i am drunk and screaming i (almost) feel the most alive, but then when i am surrounded by history in beautifully spaced architecture, i am (almost) alive. where do i start and where do i end. why do bruises on me look like jewelry? i am nothing. but i am you. if i bite his shoulders hard enough, i can find bones. i can find the Great Wall of China. these lines on hundred year old parchment has become my salvation. i want to be alone, yet i want his nails digging me up. i want to hear her tongue on her teeth, yet my lungs can't expand enough.
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Feb 25, 2016
Feb 25, 2016 at 12:19 PM UTC
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i am tired, and my bones are sore and at times i want to curl up within the ground and have the tufts of grass and dried up leaves call me home. at moments i am so tired of others, their teeth, too much shown and how it all seems like paint still trying to dry. i am tired of men waggling their lips, and i am tired of women always defending and i am tired of people pushing my veins inwards. i feel like weeds trying to grow in botanical gardens. i cannot fit. i cannot speak enough or be quiet enough. i am shoved into outlines designed for others. i do not know where my fingers should lie, and when i am drunk and screaming i (almost) feel the most alive, but then when i am surrounded by history in beautifully spaced architecture, i am (almost) alive. where do i start and where do i end. why do bruises on me look like jewelry? i am nothing. but i am you. if i bite his shoulders hard enough, i can find bones. i can find the Great Wall of China. these lines on hundred year old parchment has become my salvation. i want to be alone, yet i want his nails digging me up. i want to hear her tongue on her teeth, yet my lungs can't expand enough.
a rant? I don't know really.
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Feb 25, 2016
Feb 25, 2016 at 12:19 PM UTC
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