i remember
you
you were
and
are
distorted memories
and imissyouimissyouimissyou.
pause
and inhale.
like a fairy
tale, fail
you are acid
eroding my molars
and
my ankles
are skinnier
than yours.
iwantyou,iwantyou,iwanntyou
but i'm
just
kidding.
and all you want
is safety
reassurance,
that you will
make it through
tonight
you won't
but
look,
you are just
a kid
a keeper
limbs and legs
and
a pulse.
it takes
two
to lie
the liar
the
listener.
and i don't
want
to breathe like this.
i hate
hate it
when you lean so close,
so close.
and i can't breathe.
and i hate,
i hate it
when you
don't
fight back,
and you
let
me. you let
me
win
and fumble,
stumble.
you are muscles,
and stomach
and you are
not my
or mine
punching bag,
stop.
stop, making
me.
making
me
hurt.














Comments
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wishes bounce me weightless.
the infa-red scope of pointlessness.
--
that's as bad as secondhand suicide
two
to lie
the liar
the
listener.
That's definitely special.
And this whole piece is beautiful. [really, I wish I could have just said something more amazing to you but I can't think of any words to describe the sheer magic this is]
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make a map of what you see; direct pain effectively.
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" ...he's more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same, and Linton's is as different as a moonbeam from lightning, or frost from fire."
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The precious moments are lost in the tide.
you
you were
and
are
distorted memories
and imissyouimissyouimissyou.
pause
and inhale."
I really like this poem and I love these lines.. Good job..
--
"You're something beautiful, a contradiction..."
"I hate you, jacob black."
"That's good. Hate is a passionate emotion"
"I'll give you passionate," I muttered under my breath "Murder, the ultimate crime of passion."
i adore you. (;
--
that's as bad as secondhand suicide
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