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I used to talk about love
Like I knew what hell I was talking about
I had all the clichés mastered
My mind made sense of
Nonsensical things
Like, tackling a girl into the snow
and her liking it...
Because it seemed to make sense,
I did it - and it worked

Back when I talked about love like
I knew a thing or two
I would use Crayons to color my best
Staying inside the lines
But love has no lines
I knew so little that I didn’t catch on
A flawless drawing just means
It doesn't have character at all

Now that I talk about love like
a ******* fool
I step on your toes
I laugh a little too loud at
inappropriate things
I respond to your “I’m fine”
With a quiet hug

When you hear someone talking about love,
Like they think they know
What they're talking about
Just give it some time
Once you realize how little you know
You took the first step toward understanding
I don't believe in "Happily Ever After"
until after it happens to me.
Twinkle Twinkle little star

How I wonder who you are?

Full of lies and false pretense

Lacking conscience and common sense

Shallow enough to manipulate

Those shattered souls to compensate

For your shortcomings, but soon you’ll see

Those empty shadows all fleeing from thee…

And yet…

Up above the world so high

all alone I sit and cry

Until I face my greatest fears

And see myself through cloudy tears

I’ll change my ways for love alone

Through this cracked and broken world I’ll roam

I’ll search until my tears run dry,

To find my diamond in the sky…
She said,

"I am happy with the occasional dash of rage,
anxiety, or depression.
In the end,
it makes for a beautiful portrait,
and you've been here
to witness the brushes of my past six months
painting something incredible, "


and I was in love.
Do you remember when I was perfect?
Think softly, it wasn't so long ago
You wanted to hear my voice
You wanted to hold my heart

We were both the joys of each other
There were no meanings but you
Our goodbyes had no pain
Our greetings were still sweet

Pale nights had splendid color
Vibrant mornings were a symphony
Every moon sang our love
Every star was in our eyes

We gazed at sadness from our island
Like a strange creature we couldn't know
Even fear stood afraid
Even loss felt sorrow

I want to forget that you are perfect
I saw it back a year and this morning
I want to hear your songs
I want to hold your soul
First poem ever submitted, not just to this site, but anywhere!
You're going to do something big
A crazy passionate leap

Oh, it will be very dangerous
You'll probably lose it all

It's going to eat your mind
stop your heart
burn your spirit
and leave your body ten years closer to Hell

You'll doubt yourself every moment
and you'll scream in frustration
-I bet you'll hate everything
everyone
and yourself

It's going to be intolerable
You'll scream at yourself
"Why, you *******?"
but you won't have any answers

You'll survive.

You will glance into a mirror
wondering on those new scars
Seeing that you fought everything
to get nowhere

Enjoy this time
as it will be the greatest stillness
that you will ever know

Once you've lost it all,
once you're broken
once
you
are
consumed
You will finally laugh
knowing that you lived for the first time

But they'll think you're insane!
...and they will be right
Because you looked deep,
directly into the eyes of God
and you never blinked
I woke up again
not that I meant to!
I kept hoping and dreaming
for it to never happen

Just live with monsters
Those that dance in my dreams
I can fight them!
they only grab
and claw
and rip

Having ***
with the wrong girl
for the wrong reason
in the weird world where forgotten ghosts go
I liked feeling pathetic

That was simple;
more than this dream
Loving the right girl
for the right reason

Then that ****** clock
that grabs me by the throat
that plucks me up
It bashes me around
birthing me again into this ugly old dream

I liked that other one more
Where the monsters would grab
and claw
and tear

Where the wrong girl
stole nothing from the sky
just laughed and left
 Apr 2013 Rosemarie Caruso
Kari
Don't worry
He won't leave you.
He loves you.
Your children.
The home you share.
Men have needs.
Vicious needs.
They take their teenagers
on the side.
Like cream in coffee.
Tasty, but could do without.
 Apr 2013 Rosemarie Caruso
Kari
I am a ghost.
All I need is my spirit.
I ride on a gust of wind,
chasing whims and shadows.
I am lost, wandering,
hiding in dark places.
Like a flower plucked half-bloomed,
Promising potential,
never reaching actualization.
After exams in 2012

-My darling,

I
Lost all our friends because I don't keep my promises.
I try to convince us, both
-You and me, it's for the better,
-I mean
They were all too self-obsessed, annoying, frustrating, sprayed with
So much perfume that you'd see plastic
Flowers and kiss your pain-free head
Goodbye (to them.)
And I told them (except one)
-I love you.
I loved them.
She said I had nice curves that I
Had a nice
-****
And for that day I didn't starve
But she still did.

-Please.

When I left him, after his
Vow of eternal silence and
Infuriating stubbornness and
the way he misused words like
blood, nightmares, hell
In an effort to conjure suspense to
-Get me to care
I didn't.
I didn't care about him, I
Couldn't care about him.
-That
And the fact that he now acts as if I humiliated him,
Slept with his friends (you were his friend)
Clawed his shirts, killed the family cat, ran a
Neat black sharpie down the line of his ribs and sliced, then
Red-handed, copper-scented,
Plucked his heart out
And
-I
Dress it in a top hat, then
Divorce him.
He wrecked it for himself he
-Wrecked
Something I never felt.
She chose him, my,
-Our
Best friend with the asymmetrical hair chose him and

You chose me, thank you.
Thank you,
I'm scared of being alone again, I'm scared of neat sunny
-Comfortable
Rooms
Of the lonely summers of
Me facing myself just me and no
You.
^Give me hope.
-Group
(s)
May be better for prancing
Frolicking
******* off the owners
-Of
Luxury cars.
You are better for kissing,
Loving, listening,
Cuddling on the side of the
Hill.

They were our
Partners in action when we
Defiled
The David Schwimmer tape and
they were our
-Friends.
When we mooched off you and they
Brought
Me out of a
(dark)
Place but
(No buts)
I know you won't say it
-I wrecked it.
-I am sorry
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