#oxy - Hello Poetry

What is it with you? Tiny little pill That makes me crave you Even though I’m not even ill You have clouded my judgment And infected my brain The way I let you control me I must be totally insane I know I should leave you Discard you for sure But I can’t seem to shake Your illicit allure You always seem to know How to make me forget All the things in my life That fills me with regret You numb all my pain And chase away my fear You take me from my reality And make everything disappear How ironic it is Although my mind is sedated I feel we are as one Both poison and encapsulated I guess I must accept You’re my companion for life My life’s guilty pleasure My 80 milligram wife So forever we are bound You have had me from the start Just one dose of your pleasure So now it’s till death do us part

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Dec 15, 2017

Dec 15, 2017 at 7:07 PM UTC

Falsepoet

Till Death Do Us Part

What is it with you? Tiny little pill That makes me crave you Even though I’m not even ill You have clouded my judgment And infected my brain The way I let you control me I must be totally insane I know I should leave you Discard you for sure But I can’t seem to shake Your illicit allure You always seem to know How to make me forget All the things in my life That fills me with regret You numb all my pain And chase away my fear You take me from my reality And make everything disappear How ironic it is Although my mind is sedated I feel we are as one Both poison and encapsulated I guess I must accept You’re my companion for life My life’s guilty pleasure My 80 milligram wife So forever we are bound You have had me from the start Just one dose of your pleasure So now it’s till death do us part

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And as you fill my senses with the empty sweet numbness, I think I'm ready to stay with you. My heart beats slowly and eyes lower like a well behaved child in the church pew and my head tilts towards the ***** ground it feels like home but I know it's prison. Like a pure white dress that fits just right, but maybe too tight. The powder white lace choking my neck as I reluctantly walk down the aisle to my imminent demise. I thought I was ready to stay with you forever. To keep you close in my pocket, to consume your little moments of paradise. Till death do us part. Till you suffocate me, leaving me to die. Marrying my abuser, inhaling you through my nose, clogging my emotions. Blocking my thoughts. As the priest tells us to say our "I do's" I look towards the sky and like a runaway bride I demand my freedom. Crawling through the church door. Leaving your sweet gritty taste in my throat behind. And leaving with you my chains you lovingly wrapped around, demanding I stay. But I will always remember you. Always, as something old, something new, something borrowed, and something that has left me blue.

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Mar 6, 2016

Mar 6, 2016 at 10:47 AM UTC

vennyvader

Runaway bride

And as you fill my senses with the empty sweet numbness, I think I'm ready to stay with you. My heart beats slowly and eyes lower like a well behaved child in the church pew and my head tilts towards the ***** ground it feels like home but I know it's prison. Like a pure white dress that fits just right, but maybe too tight. The powder white lace choking my neck as I reluctantly walk down the aisle to my imminent demise. I thought I was ready to stay with you forever. To keep you close in my pocket, to consume your little moments of paradise. Till death do us part. Till you suffocate me, leaving me to die. Marrying my abuser, inhaling you through my nose, clogging my emotions. Blocking my thoughts. As the priest tells us to say our "I do's" I look towards the sky and like a runaway bride I demand my freedom. Crawling through the church door. Leaving your sweet gritty taste in my throat behind. And leaving with you my chains you lovingly wrapped around, demanding I stay. But I will always remember you. Always, as something old, something new, something borrowed, and something that has left me blue.

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How can we tell if anyone is at home? I wish you had come in a box, I'd open you now A tin can would be too small unless we were playing dares. I don't accept these terms. We could have been arrested together And then we'd have another piece of paper with our names on it to enjoy. The letters I've been sending you are shorter. I prefer when our names are closer to each other. That copper lithograph you made and the limited edition prints, Those are still so ******* rad. You left that white leather bag with the gold hardware at our apartment, Iridescent purple crochet needles, what appears to be the beginning of An autobiography you must be putting together. I'd be lying if I said I washed and folded your clothes. I only folded them. How long will someone's natural perfume stay on clothes? I don't delete some period's. Sometime's the worst punctuation is the kind that stays forever. I miss you more than the addiction to painkillers I kept up until Two months ago. I've been making the necessary upgrades. They don't have a word for how much you mean to me. A monogamous flightless bird that serves at the pleasure of its mate Was the closest I came to showing you not only that I'd carry you So you didn't have to walk over the scalding lava, but that These limbs are fitted for your form. My legs will never grow weak. Beautiful extraordinary things adults do with their mouths For hours and hours and hours if they like. After lips move and speaking does not require voices, whispers, or tells. Waking up with my arms wrapped around your leg, My head laid In the valley of your belly button. Everything great of me was incubated with your body in our time. It seems we shucked everything good from your tiny body Until you lied yourself into believing you weren't worthy of such Immense happiness and pleasure. You have not put me away. Your lies were lies, if only to reinforce cognitive distortions. Being brilliant and beautiful is the curse we agreed. This venom is three years young and flying first class, one way, with four Checked bags, rocking forward to urge time forward. What will bring the smiling back? The temple mounds and eyelids sewn into the lines where lips Greeted the fantastic strands of gleaming threads in your birth crown. I have pictures of our pictures. I have shoes for my shoes, and their tongues are hanging out. We introduced each other to cool. I introduced you to your body And for three years we ****** six times a day at least. I wear your California necklace and studded leather cuff always. Still nothing and no one could ever come between. Heavy flow, blood letting, and mainstream apostrophes, and Still we are bending time and making up gravity as we go along. We became the Villains we hoped we'd become, But the monster that is ripe on my skin is glowing. This is the fight I'm not going to let up on, I will not sit down until your Cappuccino with agave and steamed milk is ready for you in bed. You wait on me like a polaroid whose shadow looks to be a ghost But ends in contrast and a lack of exposure. I drank the poison too and left enough for you to use.

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Oct 13, 2015

Oct 13, 2015 at 8:39 AM UTC

martin-narrod

Devotee

How can we tell if anyone is at home? I wish you had come in a box, I'd open you now A tin can would be too small unless we were playing dares. I don't accept these terms. We could have been arrested together And then we'd have another piece of paper with our names on it to enjoy. The letters I've been sending you are shorter. I prefer when our names are closer to each other. That copper lithograph you made and the limited edition prints, Those are still so ******* rad. You left that white leather bag with the gold hardware at our apartment, Iridescent purple crochet needles, what appears to be the beginning of An autobiography you must be putting together. I'd be lying if I said I washed and folded your clothes. I only folded them. How long will someone's natural perfume stay on clothes? I don't delete some period's. Sometime's the worst punctuation is the kind that stays forever. I miss you more than the addiction to painkillers I kept up until Two months ago. I've been making the necessary upgrades. They don't have a word for how much you mean to me. A monogamous flightless bird that serves at the pleasure of its mate Was the closest I came to showing you not only that I'd carry you So you didn't have to walk over the scalding lava, but that These limbs are fitted for your form. My legs will never grow weak. Beautiful extraordinary things adults do with their mouths For hours and hours and hours if they like. After lips move and speaking does not require voices, whispers, or tells. Waking up with my arms wrapped around your leg, My head laid In the valley of your belly button. Everything great of me was incubated with your body in our time. It seems we shucked everything good from your tiny body Until you lied yourself into believing you weren't worthy of such Immense happiness and pleasure. You have not put me away. Your lies were lies, if only to reinforce cognitive distortions. Being brilliant and beautiful is the curse we agreed. This venom is three years young and flying first class, one way, with four Checked bags, rocking forward to urge time forward. What will bring the smiling back? The temple mounds and eyelids sewn into the lines where lips Greeted the fantastic strands of gleaming threads in your birth crown. I have pictures of our pictures. I have shoes for my shoes, and their tongues are hanging out. We introduced each other to cool. I introduced you to your body And for three years we ****** six times a day at least. I wear your California necklace and studded leather cuff always. Still nothing and no one could ever come between. Heavy flow, blood letting, and mainstream apostrophes, and Still we are bending time and making up gravity as we go along. We became the Villains we hoped we'd become, But the monster that is ripe on my skin is glowing. This is the fight I'm not going to let up on, I will not sit down until your Cappuccino with agave and steamed milk is ready for you in bed. You wait on me like a polaroid whose shadow looks to be a ghost But ends in contrast and a lack of exposure. I drank the poison too and left enough for you to use.

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