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Shannon Kelly May 2013
I guess you could say
I am a skeptic
of the notion that
"nothing is perfect"
because a few days back,
you opened your timid mouth
for the first time-
and you
laughed.
Shannon Kelly May 2013
the saddest love story
I had, I had worshiped you
but you did not see me,

see me for what
I could be, could be every other
thought I think, I think of
love with you

of love with you, with you,
you make me the saddest.
Shannon Kelly May 2013
you are a night picker
scavenging through my heart
grabbing anything to hold

you fiend off my wishes
and take away my breath:
spend hours trying to find
the whollest piece

then you take it.

and I watch closely, trying to see
how you can do it
without feeling a thing

because you leave me empty
a place of nothingness-
once filled with little treasures
now ignored

you walk away,
as if you do this to everyone
and I wouldn't be surprised
you selfish, greedy night picker.
Shannon Kelly May 2013
oh God
the world,
how heavy it may be
weighing on your shoulders-
just lighten it:
chisel the bump
off my crooked nose
and skin the fat
off my hilly hips,
the muffin top
munched away by
little creatures in the night.
You and me
both would be
a little lighter-
happier to know
that I will not
beat myself up
on the inside
by the big things
that overshadow
my cute little
being and the world
a little lighter.
Shannon Kelly May 2013
My nights: you are Love
lovelier than anyone-
loving me as well.
Shannon Kelly May 2013
If I had to do it all over again
I would have snuck out
of my bedroom window
and done poorly in school
when it didn't really matter.
I would have been restless.
Endlessly hopelessly romantic.
I would have covered my room
with pictures of my would-be favorite
punk 80's rock bands
and told my dad off
when he offended gays.
Gotten my belly button pierced.
Rebelled.
If I had to do it all over again,
I would have been myself
in the beginning
when it all mattered.
Shannon Kelly May 2013
even you seem like the most distant
of dreams
at 4 a.m.
when drugs control my mind
and
everything is in my reach.
even my mind cannot comprehend you and me,
when
my fears are fog
and love
a possibility
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