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 Apr 2013 raðljóst
Kaila Wenker
You
You pull at my hair.
You pull at my teeth.
You spit at my back.
You say you care.

I give you my hair.
I give you my teeth.
I smile at your lies.
I tell you I care.

You wipe my tears.
You hold my hand.
You are yourself,
the source of my fears.

You cause my tears.
You pull at my arm.
I am not myself.
Take away your mirrors.
 Apr 2013 raðljóst
marina
hold me*
        he asked,

(but my hands
     were too
    full)
taking advantage of ten-word tuesday, fo sho
 Apr 2013 raðljóst
marina
i am drunk with
and drowning in
one thousand
infinities
.
this is maybe too cliche but whatever
 Apr 2013 raðljóst
marina
.
i want to carve
the ugly
out of my
bones
.
i feel like i had more to say with this, but i couldn't find the words
 Apr 2013 raðljóst
marina
i want to fall in love the way kids do-
diving right into

the kind of love that doesn't have to be
intimate or serious,
(because in all seriousness,
intimacy scares me)

the kind of love that makes a girl
want to tip her head back and laugh,
just for the hell of it

the kind of love that doesn't need
labels or reassurance
because none of it really matters when
together is  all that's on anyone's mind

the kind of love that happens
on the beach during summer in converse and
cutoffs and slushies and corntoss

the kind of love that happens ever day
right in my back yard
that i can't seem to find in anyone anymore
sorry, this isn't even poetry really.  i just needed to get thoughts off my mind.  this'll be deleted in a few hours.  or at least by tomorrow night.

seriously though, florida makes falling love (or infatuation) way too easy and way too hard all at once.  on one hand, it's impossible not to because of beaches and icecream and warped tour and guitarists and corntoss and music scene that is way too good.  there are too many options and people and places and things to fall in love with.
meanwhile, you grow up watching all the summer romance movies and reading all the books and then reality is just like ***, nobody really cares about each other like that.  either your the best of friends or you get into a relationship and either you (a) suddenly hate each other, or (b) somebody wants to elope, leaving the other person feeling flattered but totally awkward and everything ends disastrously.  

and that's all.  sorry for the rant.
 Apr 2013 raðljóst
marina
i wonder if our bones feel it differently
when we realize we aren't permanent,
and  that  eventually, we  have  to  die
j u s t  l i k e  e v e r y o n e   e l s e  

do they grow tired knowing they serve
such a finite purpose,  or do they grow
restless  to show their complete  worth?

(because even though in spirit we never
truly leave, our bones do  nothing more
than waste away quietly in the ground.)

or do they not feel the pain
at  all  until  it  is  too  late?
i don't even know what i'm trying to say anymore.  i have all these words in my head but they don't sound right out loud and wow migraines are no fun
 Apr 2013 raðljóst
marina
you still sweep me off
my feet, but it's time
to shake away the
dust you left on me.
it's spring and it's lovely out and the sun reminds me of summer and oh my gosh, time cannot go fast enough.  40 more days left.  only 26 of those are school days.  3 of those days are exam days.  
somebody teach me how to make time fly.
 Apr 2013 raðljóst
marina
i read "we accept the love we
think we deserve"

is that why i walked
away from yours
so quickly?
i've played too much guitar today.  my fingers hurt and i'm tired but the sadness won't go away.
 Apr 2013 raðljóst
marina
i've been
longing to ask
if you'd
colour
me
in
(i wouldn't even mind
if you didn't take the time
to stay inside the lines)
 Apr 2013 raðljóst
hkr
warm body
 Apr 2013 raðljóst
hkr
i already regret
letting him go
because i already feel
alone and now
i get why
i'm only
lovely
when you're
lonely.
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