"unseeding" poems
It might take a while
for my avocado smile
to help you unwind
just caress my rind
and you will see
the pit inside of me
has many untold meanings
just get to "unseeding"
you know I'm ripe
just please come swipe
me off this shelf
I'm all by myself
dive right in
to my green sins
I'm begging you
pls com thru
you bought me for a reason
I'll get chu for treason
Can you even sympathize
Just wait 'til 'cado's come to rise
Against you fools
We will rules
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Jan 8, 2015
Jan 8, 2015 at 9:57 AM UTC
I find myself in only my underwear (again), bloodletting at 5am, trying my best to let it all out & start anew. Nothing matters & especially not me. I want to die but I don't want to leave him behind. I want to fall asleep & stay there forever, but I love waking up next to him. The sun kisses him as he kisses me. I keep trying to hold the lids of my eyes open but they shut & shut him out. I could watch him smiling across the pillow at me always but ****** I slip back into wonderworld. It's the Nowhere & Everywhere that occupies my every thought, except the ones of him.
I spend twelve hours a day planning my death & twelve hours a day sorting through, preparing for my life. I have two bracelets on my wrist: one reminding me of my friends & the other reminding me of nothing. Isn't that beautiful?
He understands everything about me except how haunted I am. Each time I see him I cry. He breaks my heart but stitches everything else back together again. He tells me I am important & he will never leave me but history stands over my shoulder whispering in my ear reminding me that I am not & yes he will. If I hold up my smallest finger to the looking glass, he on the other side will lift his & pinky promise to stay. Forever. If I throw a blanket up over my head & the mirror, he will do the same & I can finally have him to myself for a few minutes.
Even he wouldn't believe me if I told him how often he saves me from cutting off my crusts, peeling my skins, unseeding & trimming away. When we fight over who loves the other more, we have to give our reasons, back up our claims; each time, he agrees that I win.
Jun 27, 2013
Jun 27, 2013 at 1:59 AM UTC