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xopolly Feb 2015
do not tell them about the times I tore my limbs apart
do not tell them about the ache I encountered when he spoke
do not tell them about how I fed him every part of me until I was nothing

but a pool of clocks gliding down the pavement
do not tell them about the times I couldn't bring myself to look in the mirror in the fear of taking what was his
do not tell them about how my hands shook at the sound of the clock ticking

do not tell them how long I waited for him to open the door
do not tell them how I didn't feel worth it without being told every passing minute
do not tell them how i was nothing without him

tell them about the nights I fought to gain my own skin
tell them about how hard I pulled to rip my rotting body from his
tell them how I fought for sanity at 4 am after 2 days without sleep or food
tell them how I smiled my way through every heartbreaking text and told everyone it was from no one

tell them he was no one
tell them my fight was the ultimate one
tell them although I appeared weak, I had a skull of armour and bulletproof lungs
Heartbreak love strength
xopolly Feb 2015
Don't tell me equality exists and feminism is unnecessary.
Have you listened to a rap song lately? Women are not dolled up *** toys with their only purpose being for a 'man' to put their **** in them
they are misunderstood universes collateral and filled with intricate differences
they are unique
they have just as much right as you to turn down ***
they are not frigid or a 'tease'
maybe they're not in the mood to be violently penetrated
Just because women are free spirited and strong enough to glide above buildings
it doesn't give you the right to refer to them as birds
xopolly Feb 2015
I can't help but wonder if there's a poster above her bed
which you couldn't stop thinking about
I wonder if it lingers when you're trying to fall asleep
and your heart is tossing and turning in the bed of your chest
while mine sits upright with eyes wide open and burning into my ribcage
xopolly Jan 2015
The thing is a heart devoured mine but left
An integral piece clinging on by strings of
Stomach acid and stationary organs

Knelling inside there are several swallowed fragments
Of who's I am unaware
But I'm congested he said
Overflowing from the inside out with dismembered hearts

My incessant overindulgence caused fury among many
But yours Forever preserved

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