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She had an aptitude for persnickety doorhinges
and leftover sandwiches sitting on tables next to vitamins and capsules
with a glass of stale milk and empty thoughts.
Half empty, she measured her life in lovesick teaspoons, awaiting the day when a greater reality
would slog her hard in her face,
mussing up her mascara and blush,
the manifest of a farther away windowsill.
Flower pots and a watering can and tea and biscuits,
she could only stand so much in this world of chained parking tickets
and purpling green bruises on her cheeks,
where the fear of nothing greater could kiss her
and leave her empty and drying out in the sun
glued to a windowsill
she could never leave
despite the doorhinges.
and leftover sandwiches sitting on tables next to vitamins and capsules
with a glass of stale milk and empty thoughts.
Half empty, she measured her life in lovesick teaspoons, awaiting the day when a greater reality
would slog her hard in her face,
mussing up her mascara and blush,
the manifest of a farther away windowsill.
Flower pots and a watering can and tea and biscuits,
she could only stand so much in this world of chained parking tickets
and purpling green bruises on her cheeks,
where the fear of nothing greater could kiss her
and leave her empty and drying out in the sun
glued to a windowsill
she could never leave
despite the doorhinges.
Literature
Addiction
I keep everything bottled up,
Don't know how to express how I feel.
So I harm myself thinking, that it's no big deal.
It's such a relief, no wait, it's an addiction.
Because speaking out is worse than causing infliction.
I don't know how to explain it,
But if you've never, then it's hard to comprehend.
But when you're all alone,
It's like the blade's your only friend.
Being alone is the worst,
'Cause you're so tempted to give in.
You're thinking you might burst,
If you don't tear a little at your skin.
It's more like a distraction,
Or something to control.
If you try to hold it off,
You feel emptier than whole.
I told you it
Literature
Tears Nonet
Tears are streaming down my upward turned face,
as my heart once again starts to race.
This is what it's all about now,
the power of past's gone somehow.
Crying is renewal.
It's gone, the cruel.
We are now free.
To just be.
To cry
tears.
Literature
unprotected
she wants them all to just
L E A V E H E R A L O N E .
she wants him
to to love her
( because who else would ? )
she wants the other boy
to go away
( because he cares too much )
but mostly
because she doesn't want
him to know her inside and out
she doesn't want anyone
getting close to her
no one needs to know that much
about her.
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May 8th, 2014.
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