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Violet Sep 2014
her name was el or at least that's what people were telling me
and i was shivering on the beach the day after
and no one thought to call me
Violet Sep 2014
sometimes broken things don't get to be fixed
and im sorry but it's just another thing to add to the list
about "why we broke up"
Violet Sep 2014
I have two things to tell you,
the first is that I'm sorry
and the second is that, I tried.
I'm supposed to be studying right now
but instead I'm here.
I'm tired of pretty words
and metaphors and subtext.
(I finished my book yesterday)
It's one big fat ****** up cliche
**** your punctuation.
**** your grammar
**** your spelling
I worked so hard to make something beautiful
but it is ***** and ugly and useless
and it all fell apart somewhere around
chapter six because I lost my train of thought
because you were laughing about something
on the other side of the room
and I saw your hair move before I heard your mouth
move
and then we were kissing
i don't even remember moving just that
suddenly you and i were connected
and then you were hissing and spitting and
pushing me as if we were eight years old
in a playground instead of eighteen
and surrounded.
i want to smoke a cigarette but my stomach is aching
just thinking about that mistake
i dont regret a thing
  Sep 2014 Violet
circus clown
i've made a home
out of untied shoelaces
in the morning
and crowded bedrooms
filled with smoke
and laughter
i never want to leave it again.
Violet Jul 2014
it's never you he will remember it was her
he was a car crash
and you were an unreturned library book
he caused thousands in damage
you; a late fee
she was EMT's and flashing lights
and bandages and scar kisses
she was storm clouds and
lightening strikes and screaming between sheets
and you were condensation
on shower ceilings and crackling
speakers in beaten up cars with roll up windows
you were floral patterns and pastel shades
and grey socks and tidy bedrooms
you were studying hard and drinking with friends
you were beach trips and family photo's
and B grades
you were wavy hair, no make up pyjama sundays
she was studs and torn denim and
laddered stockings and lace up boots
she was binge drinking and pill taking all alone
she was road trips and  broken frames
and "I didn't finish College" grades
she was last nights make up and strangers clothes sundays
she was hushed whispers and angry words
and 100 things you did wrong today
you are child hood friends and same class time to graduate
she is loud and grubby and free
you are shy and calm and soft
you are memories and happy dreams
she is crying in the middle of the night and aching touches
she is broken fingers and hearts
you are bashful smiles and spring clouds
you are april showers and she is winter downpours
your touch is sacred
her touch is a fabrication of a half-dream
just chemicals and adolescent love
you were 2 kids, suburban homes
you were safe
she was fear
you were alive
she was living
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