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What kind of non-human:
makes a bowl of oatmeal
adds chia and flax seeds
with a little bit of
light brown sugar
and eats it for breakfast?

What sort of creature:
packs a snack lunch
and eats it on a bench
before going to work?
my habits have been away as long as you have
i don't pick or bite my nails in half
seeing as you've been a goner
i don't bounce my leg any longer
ever since you beat it
i stopped stress eating
because you shattered my heart in my chest
i'm on my phone much less

and you claimed it was all for the best
at the time, i never would have guessed.
not completely true. but true enough.
ethan gaskill Aug 16
(here come the temptations)

"hey, what's up guys?
  i must tell you
  i've begun intaking
  all of my drugs through
  my eyes"

"well here are
  some more!"

"thank you, what
  a nice surprise!
  you wouldn't believe
  how high you can get
  off of everyday street candy"

"but what will my friends think when they find out?"
think and act very carefully. find deeper meaning
Marie Aug 7
If love can be a habit
I can be the nail
that you bite
with an absent mind
"don't sell yourself short"

"Too late"
Bansi Adroja Aug 5
I like the bad ones
the ones that break
and damage everything they touch
it's a bad habit
a twisted predilection
I just can't give up
A Poem a Day : Seven
would it help if I say I'm sorry?
you know those words will sit on my tongue until they erode it away, until they rot the teeth right out of my head
but it aches my sardonic heart to know that you take time out of your day to make sure I'm content
even while you struggled to roll out of your bed and felt so vacant like you could wither away
it pains me to know you would rather see me smile even when you felt like you'd rather decay
i want to apologize for all of those days but I've swallowed down those sentiments
they try to claw their way back up but I let them leave my throat ragged and raw
I'm selfish even when I'm sorry, even when I want you to stay
I know I should be gentle and patient as you try to sedate the sadness  but I'm sneering and bitter
I could promise that I'd try harder to be better but I'm biting back those words and I'm choking on my cynical tongue
Every night it hurts a little more I'm breaking under the guilt
it's eating me away, gnawing at my bones
you look at me with those broken eyes and it takes my breath away, my lungs are drowning in the words I just can't express
they scribe themselves into my rib cage
I'm proof that its hard to break old habits even for love
habits are a different form of story telling

tell a good story.
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