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 Dec 2014 Tea
celexaa
love shed
 Dec 2014 Tea
celexaa
I knew every thread of you but you only guessed my stitches
Leaving bruises on my throat and my stomach and my hips in the pitch black where you couldn't see, my face was blank to your fingertips that ran down my back along the sore scratches you'd given me before and I was just trembling because I was cold
And in that night I became everything a woman feared, overwhelmed by some idea of lust to the ecstasy you threatened to give me
You shoved me deeper into the mattress stained with ash and her handwriting she left in permanent ink, but I didn't mind  
You'd remember my smell forever and shiver when you think of it
I felt nothing but bare skin though you were connected to the warmth of me, and when we were done your knees shook while I stood firm and quiet
I left your garage with a kiss on my forehead and some "promised" love I forgot about, smiling because you were unaware that I wasn't coming back
Walking home with a cigarette like any, high off of your cravings like under the sink drugs
Now you give the gift I gave to you to another girl,
how rotten and foul she'll feel after she adores the way you touched her like I did you
Though you admit that wasn't all you wanted, but I'm not haunted
 Dec 2014 Tea
Jemcastspells
26
 Dec 2014 Tea
Jemcastspells
26
Cause when I meditate
I get solo
All alone
I go within
Into the unknown
incomplete.
She moves on me
slowly,
I catch drops of her sunlight.

She,
brightens the nights of mine,
time after time and
says,
'what is mine is all your's'.

She,
adores breakfast in bed,she
lightens my head.
I am led into the whirl
she's the girl that
moves on me
slowly.

Each day breaks anew when
she wakes and says,
'good morning you'
and
runs her hands
through my hair.
I love her being her with
that smile that says,
dare me,
She
moves on me
slowly.
 Dec 2014 Tea
Josh
6.12.14
 Dec 2014 Tea
Josh
As he paces,
his heart races.
A thousand unknown faces
fill his head and he amazes
himself that he still gets so annoyed;
so sickeningly distraught
at the thought of other boys
using her as their toy.
A one-off meeting,
A nervous smile and fleeting glance
at her red lips.
A brush of the fingertips.
A passionless kiss.
But a story nonetheless
of the girl in the tight dress
who you managed to impress
at that birthday party.
You were both a bit of a mess,
but who even cares?
It's a part of growing up:
Tongue to tongue and have a ****
of his face.
Please enjoy, Lady Ace,
the sentiment and the grace
of the young 'innocence' that still dismays
the one who actually cared.
Who actually stared
into your eyes for something deeper.
Something warmer and true
Someone in love with you,
with a dream for every day
and an endless desire to play
with your hair as well as your *** -
who cares and shares in your sass,
with kisses born from more than a crass
lad with his Hollister shirt on
and a wallet stuffed with hopeful condoms.
 Dec 2014 Tea
memineI
Give
 Dec 2014 Tea
memineI
until your heart feels full.
        feed the doves in the park
share your meager lunch
          morsels given- pull
the punches back,
            and take one on your chin,
if  a man you really are.
            Do one time one thing
to better another.
         Life is hard,
take a gut punch and
          remember
you are the toughest,
       and strength is
empathy.
 Dec 2014 Tea
stas
Broken Men
 Dec 2014 Tea
stas
I've tried rewriting him like he is another poem
embedded between pages of secrets
replacing his eyes with sparkling adjectives
polishing his edges
enabling him to roll off my tongue like I imagined he would
I've traded his scars for words laced in silver
like beautiful words would stop the bleeding
but broken men are not poems
they are not to be sculpted into stanzas
they are time bombs
with three seconds left on the clock
they posses oceans inside their lungs
their eyes are riptides
you cannot rewrite the parts of him
to coincide with the parts of you
they may be broken
their hearts turning black and blue
but the solution to their problem does not begin with you
you can stretch your hands as big as they will go
but it will never be enough to catch their pain
you will drown trying to keep them afloat
the solution to their problem does not begin with you
It will never begin with you
 Dec 2014 Tea
lost in my mind
Depression has made a home in my bones
it curls up inside my rib cage
wounding itself around my heart
This body is a city that used to shine so bright.
Gold and silver dust glowed,
two elements that usually don't
go together blended harmoniously,
you could hear a symphony in your ear.
It was the core.
Now the city is empty,
except for the few stragglers that are trying
to fix it up to its former glory.
It is a lost cause, but they do not yet know
that the bones are decaying,
withering away.
The heart is beating
but it's bleeding.
Black blood that stains this ugly city.
It's all deteriorating.
Soon it will be transparent.
Then it would be gone
Wrote this at 5 AM. My mind goes haywire at inconvenient times.
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