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BLD Apr 2020
you are the burn of cigarette smoke
painful, tearing at the insides of my body
yet i need you, i always crave you
smiling as you rush through my body
you can hear me screaming for help
yet i am silent
there is no sound, no movement
only the tears that drip from my eyes
a waterfall, slowly being drained of every drop
i look up
you are my detriment
and cigarettes only burn for so long
girl diffused Oct 2017
I see your name everywhere
in books
on television screens
in user names
on Facebook posts

I hear it in advertisements
for ******* toilet paper
I hear it on the street
from a random passerby
some happen to have your name
a lot of people happen to have your name
your name isn't popular
not overall though in this country
it's fallen on sharp decline since its inception
I read it on a graph...out of curiosity

your name is imprinted in my mind
i've said it so much, i've written it so much
it's automatically a suggestion on my phone
whenever I compose a message, there's your name
whenever I go to sleep, there's your name
floating viscerally in the darkness
flickering behind my eyelids
flickering in the inky nothingness

I know the shape of it in my mouth
I know the feel of it behind my teeth
on the roof of my mouth
in my throat
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i've shouted it to you
i've moaned it to you
i've screamed it to you
i've screamed it raw and wild into the air
i've screamed it into pillows
your pillows
hotel pillows
my pillows

your name
imprinted on fabric
imprinted on air
imprinted behind my eyelids

your name
appearing everywhere
appearing cosmically
appearing universally
i ******* hate it
i ******* love you
i ******* hate your name
your name
fracturing my everything
That stage...when the name is everywhere, when the name haunts you, the sound, the spelling, someone else saying it, you saying it...
Mia Mar 2015
After what seems like an eternity
Of a long line of "could've"s
Pieces of my life are falling perfectly
Like the leaves in fall
Or the snow in winter
Similar to the loose petals of flowers in Spring
Just as the grace of the wind carried them
It is carrying me
To have everything come together
Like the perfect symphony
Composed effortlessly
Maria Imran Jun 2014
So I was planning to write
something for you
today. Finally.
but then somehow all of a sudden
my insides hurt so bad
and the ink I had collected
spilled all over the bed sheet
as I twisted and turned;
the pain didn't go then
even when I told it
I wasn't writing you a poem.

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