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Unknown Jun 2014
I have failed again
Doomed to live out my existence
In a shell of betrayal and self afflicted heartbreak
Knowing that I wasn't enough for you
Knowing that, despite my problems
Somewhere, two souls meet in infinite embrace
And the sword of jealousy pierces my knotted guts

Every time I hear your name my body shakes
This pain is no longer emotional
It strikes my core and shatters all I have built
My knees weaken and my chest tightens
My head hurts and my tears flow without asking
It happens randomly throughout the day
My collapses are uncontrollable

Stupid things remind me of you
Like bikes, and guitars, and cigarettes
And Law and Order and Friends and Eric Clapton
And pipes and aches and organic food
And kisses and touches and holding you
Mostly holding you with the reassurance of your voice
Saying I will never lose you

And I didn't
Red May 2014
tattooed across my hand
it's a reminder.
now you're probably thinking,
"a reminder to what?"

you probably think it's something common like,
"INSANITY to remind you to be insane."
or
the profound few might think,
"INSANITY as a reminder that everyone else is insane."

but, darling,
really INSANITY's a reminder of the fact that
everyone else might be crazy,
and that's even worse.

everyone else might be insane.
you'll never really know.
but the insane ones are the ones
that can trick you,
and damage you,
and break you,
but you never notice until
it's too late.

You see, darling,
I've been tricked,
and broken,
and so unbelievably, damaged.
That I need the reminder,
INSANITY,
tattooed across my hand,
to remind me
that everyone
might be
crazy,
and I have good reasons
to be paranoid.
Trust no one.
Trust no body.
Everybody's up to something.
I wish your memories were threads
Sewn through my skin
Your beautiful stitching
A make shift fix

But your memories are splinters
A dull ache
Hiding in the depths of my head

Splinters, you are a foreign object
My body in protest
You linger a reminder
Just behind my skin
*You're always there
kay May 2014
I am allowed to be alone.
I am allowed to enjoy solitude.
I am allowed to not want to spend time with anyone.
I am allowed to feel like this for days at a time.
I am allowed to be antisocial for a month.
I am allowed to feel the exact opposite the next day.
I am allowed to not be like you.
I am allowed to do what I need to.
I am allowed to be alone.
michael capozzi Apr 2014
at times i have to remind myself
that the air actually loves me and the car rides last
longer when i'm happy but the sunset will never last for
your perfect picture; my bed is my home
and it's okay to live alone while you're young and old, but never in between;
the music i listen too defines what my goals in life are,
and the voices give me guidance more than you can imagine;
i am my own smile and you are your own teeth,
and i'm perfectly fine that you are not me.
I preoccupy my mind continually and intrusively
with the way you look at me.
A smile that radiates innocence
can sometimes carry a hidden impulse.
Don't you yearn for my touch?

A nonchalant look can be deceitful
because behind the content
undisclosed desires may be kept.
Playful jokes tend to be masked confessions.
Do you crave my attention?

The smell of smoke could subtly evoke
images of fire; a wish to flare and provoke.
Maybe looking at smoke reminds me of you
because I frequently wonder
why something so hazardous
could look so tempting.

Some sounds could easily make people sin,
let their souls swoon and their bodies rampage.
Certain words could instantly make my head spin.
*Tell me, darling, do you ache for my lips?
Chloe Elizabeth Apr 2014
Don't be afraid of love
Listen to your dreams
Breathe in your happiness
Don't add regret to your memories
But learn from them if you do
Don't run from lust
Love yourself
Sink into someone's arms
Don't be scared of the feeling of never wanting to let go
Open your window when it's warm outside
Go for walks by yourself
Enjoy the bare skies
Love yourself
Take baths
Paint something even if no one will ever see it
Write your heart down in a journal
Listen to a body of water in the middle of the night
Date the jerks
Then break their hearts when you realize you deserve better
Remember that you deserve better
And for god sakes just love yourself

By Chloe Elizabeth

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