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 Apr 2013 Third Eye Candy
Morgan
Needles dipped in India ink. We're used to the way it stings as it presses under our skin. We read Frankenstein three times that summer... funny how everything makes sense directly after it becomes irrelevant... like the line we liked to quote but weren't sure why, "Nothing is more painful to the human mind than after the feelings have been worked up by a quick succession of events, the dead calmness of inaction in certainty which follows & deprives the soul both of hope and fear." Or the way we swore it was too good to be true.
 Apr 2013 Third Eye Candy
Morgan
I’ve been dressing up ugly lies in pretty words for a little over a year, now. I’m driving around this town with the windows down, blasting music just to drown out every self-deprecating thought but they’re louder than the base & more violent than the drums. I’m cutting into the rhythm with a pounding headache. The heart beat in my forehead is distorting every word. It’s warmer today than it’s been in a while, around here. Everyone is climbing out of their winter skin and burning their feet on black pavement. My eyes are stinging but I’m waving, and we’re smiling. Well, hey, it’s not all completely eradicated. I’m really working on it this time. I’m doing everything in my power not to panic. Counting breaths & skipping over every song that brings me down. I’m focusing on the street signs blurring together in my rear view & reminding myself to forget about you. I’m ripping cigarettes to shreds and burying their remains in my back yard. I’m washing pills down my kitchen sink. I’m silencing my cell phone when your name lights up the screen. Dependence is just old & abused comfort laced in fear. Well I know the swelling in my veins won't go down for a couple more weeks & I know my knees will shake for days to come but I swear to Christ, I’ll walk straight through this summer clinging to nothing but my shell. I swear to Christ, I will shed every inch of this ******* Hell.
 Apr 2013 Third Eye Candy
Morgan
She said
I'm not a writer
Hardly a listener
Not one of the talented ones


I said
*You sound like poetry to me
I wish I could capture the contents of your mind
Between black ink and blue lines
 Apr 2013 Third Eye Candy
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Proud
 Apr 2013 Third Eye Candy
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You asked me earlier
How I was
I replied I wasn't
"Okay."
That I wasn't
"Fine"
That I felt like complete
"****."
You laughed a bit
Replied with a
"Why?"
I told you everything
Except for the real reason.

I'm slowly falling
Out of love
With the man
In
    Front
              Of
                   Me.

You made me smile
Behind my tears
And I felt like the
Luckiest girl
When you told me
You were
Proud.
 Apr 2013 Third Eye Candy
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Feelings
 Apr 2013 Third Eye Candy
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Screaming my feelings,
Left and right.
Doing time,
Throughout the night.
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