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puritypuke Jun 2017
he's a cacophony of color with a sharp tongue
and a riotous way of somehow                                  

                                              loving me

his teeth quite sharp
ivory bone piercing my skin
an unassuming sort of
unconditional cherishing

                                              you're perfect
how can you love me
puritypuke Jun 2017
I think he loved drinking
Just a little too much
The bottle clinking his teeth
As Starka dripped past his lips trailing down his chin

I think he loved fighting
Just a little too much
His heart racing as he grabbed my wrist
Smiling at the fear in my eyes

I think he loved touching
Just a little too much
After all, I was his
And I was to do what I was told

It’s hard to think of yourself as a person
When someone else had owned you for so long
I can’t remember the last time I could see bruises on my throat
And think that it was bad
He loved me

“They’re marks of ownership cupcake.”
His teeth biting at my neck as tears streamed down my cheeks
But he’s gone
Left me for some beautiful girl who spoke and the skies lit up
I’ve become a pretty dead thing sitting on the shelf
y i k e s
puritypuke Jun 2017
i am the truth
i am the inevitable
i am the past
the present
and future
i am teenage rebellion in your shirt pocket
i am the note you give to your love
i am the begging of you to come back
i am the door slamming in your face
i am the product of the very life that started on this earth and
i am unknown poetry scribbled on the stall of a ******* school bathroom
begging to be read
begging to be understood

i am all and i am nothing

i just,
am
puritypuke Jun 2017
"come return our ****** shoes." you mutter to yourself
you look me in the eyes with a sheepish smile and tell me it's an "acronym for crocs."
and i double over and laugh because i've gotta say, that's the stupidest thing i've heard in a long time
but **** is it good to hear your voice.
to hear you laugh and feel your hands on mine
"i hate crocs" i say, interlocking my hands in yours "but i'll wear them if it means i get to see you everyday"
you roll your eyes at me shooting back some sarcastic response but i don't hear it
i grab at your hands and i can't feel them
i try to see your beautiful eyes but i'm only met with darkness
darkness and a racing heart at 3:17 am
i'm plagued by you in my dreams, you're everywhere
puritypuke Jun 2017
it is a lie

when mothers whisper
"he hurts you because he likes you"

it is a lie

when fathers say
"boys will be boys"

it is a lie

when boys holler
"i am entitled to you because i like you"

it is a lie
when love means you give yourself up
when love comes with physical pain
when love leaves you feeling more empty than full
been in drafts, i need to put more activity out there <3
puritypuke Jun 2017
stars turn to sugar spilled on a dark blue tablecloth
as the callus on my hands grow from writing
the pencil never stops, i never stop
an endless waterfall of verbal flowers and gentle whispers pour from the graphite of my instrument, oh how i wish i could write such a beautiful melody that everyone would wish to listen to
i sit here with a lamp yellowed with dust
my fingers are shaking from the secrets i spill before me on this paper
maybe one day i won't need to write
maybe one day i will say everything i am thinking of
but that is not today.
so i will continue writing
and re-writing
and re-re-writing

until this unreachable itch to  convey emotion is finally scratched.
i cant think anymore
  Jun 2017 puritypuke
Kyle Dal Santo
You said, "The key to happiness is self preservation."
I don't think you know what happiness means.

Clearly, you've never kissed in the freezing rain.
Clearly you've never had *** in a stranger's pool in the middle of the night.
You've probably never had a midnight snowball fight without gloves or a jacket.
There's no way you've ever been on a roller coaster.
You've obviously never taken a punch for a friend.
I'll bet you've never taken the blame for something you're little sister did.
I'm sure you've never gone bike riding through a lightning storm.
And you've most certainly never been in love,
Or moved to a new city with nothing but a suitcase.
Or enlisted in the military.
Or driven into a terrifying part of town to rescue a drunk cousin.
Or committed a serious crime, or deployed a school prank.
Or road tripped to a college and gotten stupid drunk.
Or played tackle football on Thanksgiving with your older cousin's friends.
And you've **** sure never snuck out into the night,
or jumped into a fight for one of your friends.
And something tells me you know nothing of signing your life away for a cause greater than your own.
Have you ever gone paint balling? Or white water rafting?
Rock climbing? Street racing?
Have you ever played with fireworks?
Or shared a meal with a homeless person?
Didn't think so.
Have you ever played truth or dare? Probably not.
You've never quit your job to pursue a dream,
you've never rolled the dice of fate, knowing death could be as probable as life.
And you **** sure have never willingly given your self fully to another, to do with whatever they please, because without them you'll never be whole again.
And there's no way in Hell you've ever begged out into the darkness to trade your life with a family members, wishing to take their pain away and wear it like a trophy so they can be happy again.

You see, the key to HAPPINESS is LIFE.
The key to LIFE is being ALIVE.
And the preservation of the moments, and people that make you feel alive, that remind you how precious and beautiful being alive is.
And in order to feel alive, sometimes you have to put your life on the line, and live a little dangerously.
Sometimes that means not knowing where your life is gonna go.
Sometimes it means preserving someone else's life before you're own.
Because happiness is knowing your life is worth living.
Save your preservation for when you're dead.
By then it won't matter anyways.
But hey, what do I know?
You'll be a perfect corpse some day. Way prettier than mine.
Kyle D.
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