"mpdg" poems
assign me a piece of your mind and
to the bottom of my rucksack it’ll go and
its whispering will shake all the change and
bad and same i keep stuffed in there too and
send shrapnel singing straight at my heart but
don’t worry baby, it’s as tough as
brand new pleather and don’t fret sweetie as
though i don’t really have the funds as
long as what seeps ‘tween front teeth as
whispered ammunition is still friendly fire as
i hold your pan, i’m your darling refugee but
don’t feel bad about it honey 'cos
if you smile just right, then we’re a rainbow 'cos
i’m the sun and you’re just rain 'cos
hell is hot and raindrops have halos ( i said that cos
you can’t trust people not to get mixed up) but
please,
please,
don’t be offended
you aren’t the first person to be so dependant
please,
please,
cut the drugs that you’re taking
and send some to someone whose fingers aren’t quaking
please,
please,
pass me the ***
consult a dentist re: bleeding gums,
please,
please,
just let me cry,
**** your equations,
don’t be so polite,
please,
please,
please go away,
don't pretend not to hate me
and promise to say
nothing at all
but what is true
“that ***** only gave me
standard super glue”
Oct 10, 2012
Oct 10, 2012 at 9:56 PM UTC
I'm a little bit terrified that I'm
A real life
Manic pixie dream girl.
What if I only exist
To help others
Find their place in this world?
What if I'm doomed
To float in and out
Of depressive episodes?
Never having actually
Done much of anything.
A depthless side character
In my own life.
Oct 2, 2015
Oct 2, 2015 at 3:26 AM UTC
I listen
I am safe and comfortable
I can make it better
laying on my breast reminds you of your mother
This is not love.
This is understanding, comprehension, acceptance
You are not used to this, I know
but loving the way I make you feel about yourself is not the same as loving me
I am more than what I am to you
May 29, 2014
May 29, 2014 at 12:35 AM UTC