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Oct 2013
Red
your messages
take years to get to me
and by the time they end up in my hands
they have all been eaten by the light


i just wanted to run my hands up your thighs
and i wanted you to look at me
like you used to when you were full

i used to think you'd love me
no matter what
but now that i'm not so ******* lovable

I'M ROCKS IN YOUR SHOES
I'M YOUR SKINNED KNEES
I'M SPIDERS IN YOUR SHEETS
I'M YOUR POUNDING HEADACHE
I'M A FRAYED SHOELACE
A SHARD OF BROKEN GLASS
I'M DISPOSABLE AND THIN
AND YOU

don't love me anymore.
Written by
Allison Charde
573
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