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Alex Jun 2
Polaroid 

A kind face, though rehearsed by evil. The monster’s glaring, trapped. Haunting behind those fake blankets of snow white. Sour sweater weather masking the face of those lonely, those masked in snow, masked in ice. Trapped behind blankets of cold, where the torch may not wish to reach. Arctic pearls and bright strawberry cheeks, beautiful sunset evenings, all washed down with humours glasses of blackberry wine. Though that time has gone, pain lingers still. Sealed behind each reflective surface of the many polaroids she kept of her ‘‘monster.’’
Elizabethanne Oct 2021
You're wild like a dream
Half part fantasy & half part real life
Most days
you aren’t sure which one you like better
The girl you want to be or the one you are


- Tell me, which one am I supposed to forgive myself for?
Wilkes Arnold Sep 2021
The bonsai grew all wrong
Its branches outweigh the base
And the wood is whispy and pale
Without the spring a sapling entails
It's big, much too big, too long
A band stretched past its place
Becomes a twig in impatient hands
Pressured, and snapped, and palmed
Bonsai's mature slowly
With snow and vibrant leaves
To rush things is more than lowly
You've sold their soul you thieves
riri Aug 2021
it took her months to come to this realization
but one day it just hit her, and it hit her like a brick
that even if he did come back as a new, changed person
nothing could ever repair the damage he's caused
and at that moment she knew nothing would ever be the same again
i don't want to go back to overthinking, and changing my entire personality to the watered down version of it - all for what? just so you could stay? just so a silly boy like you could "approve" of me? i'm better than that. this time i'm choosing me.. except i say this yet you're still in the back of my head. but i'm coming to terms with this thought i've had today, i'll get over you eventually.
Elizabethanne Aug 2021
I loved him
and was thorough washing out every dark hurt of his
Twisting him into stained glass
so he would burn colours when the sun hit him
I needed people to see his beauty just as I did
turning him into a place of worship I allowed him power-
with my utter reverence
Leaving when I was done
He burdened me by saying
"he yearned for someone who shinned just as bright"
My broken heart was beating with disbelief
after spending all my love trying to fix him
Leaving myself
full of broken down doors and water logged ceilings
I think I took it too far and I have nothing-
left to gain from holding onto you
Now creating my very own stained glass body
I'll paint in the lessons of this love
for the next person who comes in
I will not make you into something larger than legend
I will not lose myself to love you
was I reckless to love you so much you became art
Elizabethanne Aug 2021
I will ask you again about holy
How do you become?
I'll wait patiently for the tales of faith
You love so much
Hoping to find virtue just like you
I’ll argue with you about the devotion you have
( slow, sweet, and full like the beat of your heart)
Moon lit and radiant
How can I become haunted like you?
I’ve been on my knees before
(never for the right reasons)
I've talked at god more times then I can count
I have never felt anything other than the empty echo of silence after
I want to know what it feels like to have faith in something else
Of someone else
When those nights are dark, cold, and endless
I’ll ask you one last time
How do I become holy and haunted

- You tell me -They are the same thing.
Elizabethanne Aug 2021
Welcome to my house of sorrow and salt  
My entrance fee is every single thing  
you’ve got left in your bones
I want to love every single inch of you
When that’s not enough
I will drag my teeth across the years separating us
hoping to God I find a reason for you to stay


- I have nothing other than the taste of impossible on my tongue
Elizabethanne Aug 2021
This constant ache of being alone
Won’t leave me alone
And
I’m no better now
Than I ever was
at putting my head between my knees
and just breathing
Elizabethanne Aug 2021
Every single dark ***** piece of myself
I’ve collected
I have polished and shined
Sharpened them into wicked edges
And with blood red teeth and tongue
I dare you to do your worst

What I mean is

I’m on my knees
but this time it’s exactly where I want to be
As I plead for you to just take gently
But take it all
when you leave
I don’t want there to be any pieces left
to put myself together again
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