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Insomnia.The sleep I'm not sleeping
cornered me behind the garden shed
and split its knuckles
on the sharper edges of my
teeth.

I think it was trying
to kill the restlessness
in me.
Quietly suicidal."Those things'll kill you,
you know?"

"I'm counting on it, sweetheart."
A suicide saved.I found her in the bathtub, once,
and as I hauled her out by her shivering
arms all I said was

"you look beautiful in red."

As though a compliment could somehow
lighten the mood.
The problem with writing poetry.The problem with writing poetry
is that real life doesn't write nice poems.

Your budget is not going to
inspire anything but stress, perhaps,
and the unwashed linen won't
make hearts soar.

To write nice poems,
you have to take real life and
unrealise it;

twist vines into its hair,
set its bare feet down on the forest
floor and call it free.
Birthday celebrations.Twenty-three cigarettes
at midnight in honour of
the years you might have
lived,

but chose not to.
Haunted.The nightmares are back
and they end with your face;

always asking why I didn't follow
when you left.
7.I ate your absence for dinner.
Flatline."--evere trauma--"

Hushed voices dressed in
white twist somewhere far above my
head and the bed that isn't
mine.

"--blood loss,
we aren't abl--"

My eyes are too heavy,
my tongue too thick.

I want to tell them
that I'm sinking but not
dying, not yet,

"--about her family?"

but the wind comes in through the
window, cracked open whisper-thin,
and pulls my voice away,
away.

"only survivor, she's--"

Beep. Beep.

"--ragedy really, to di--"

Beep.

"--o young--"

Beeeeeeeeeeep.
Table for two.The car-crash-crush
of my heartcage fell out onto
the table,

bitter blood and
love between the
candles.

"I still love you,"
you said, rinsing out the tablecloth,
"car crash heart and all."
Feet up on the dashboard.We're driving and I don't know where.

I know that once upon a time
beauty and terror happened to me all at once
and since that night I haven't been able
to tell the two apart,

and I know that your left hand is
more beautiful than your right, but your
right knows how to touch me best.

You said,
"every mouth I've ever kissed
was practice for you,"
and I said,
"darling I don't care,
I've kissed them too."

And you know that what I mean is
I've kissed the ashes of their memory from
your lips and shovelled them from between
your teeth with my tongue,

that I'd pry
them from the back of your throat if
I thought you'd try to hide them
back there
If you need me to.This language
might belong to the
world and her
citizens,

but
this tongue
and these words
are mine.

And if I need
to spit endearments
into the city's
humble streets
from her sky
stretching
bones

to let you
know,

then so
be god damned
it.

I will.
Things I'll tell you when you're older.The monsters
don't fit under beds
anymore

and neither
do we.
-One day
I think I will look
back on my life
and wonder how
I ever found such
weightlessness to be
beautiful.

And one day I will
look back on my life
and wonder

why I was never
looking forward.
Things I'll tell you when you're older (4).There is never a wrong
time to love someone,

but sometimes there will be
the wrong someone who
will love you the
wrong way.
Mania.You find yourself tiptoeing
around the shards of me left
on the bathroom floor.

(The aftermath of another
episode, manic.)

I watch;
you pick me up
and my eyes droop,
knowing that tomorrow
I'll wake up with
you there.
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Uninhibited.I'm half-way drunk and
it's raining and I'm
not nearly drunk
enough to write this
poem yet but,

I figured it was
important to tell you
that  when I wake up
after nights like this,
the foul taste in
my mouth is you

and I hate it (you).
Half.
There is half a me
and half a you
and together
we make a whole we.

And I think that's sick,
I think that's sad,
I hate that I can't be a
whole without you but
I guess;

there are worse ways
to live.
--I've stood on the edge too many times
but you look at me and you know.

You know that the edge is still here,
waiting in the curve of my smile.

You know that I carry it with me,
that it's stuck like gum on my shoe.

Only the gum is a small boulder
and the weight of it keeps me grounded,
chained to the edge of that bridge.
Flight.
You jump from a building and
your heart jumps from a building.

You almost wonder which will hit
the ground first only Galileo
sorted that out for you.

(Though you're not entirely sure
how you remember that but you can't
remember how to love.)

Only you do wonder,
you wonder and you wonder
about what will happen to you
if your heart hits the ground
and starts running.
Scars.
"There are scars here,"
she said, and her face said
she loved them even though
she put them there.

"That's okay,"
he said, "I've got my own."
And the way he held her
wrists, loosely, said
he loved them too.
Unrequited.I loved her in the quiet way
a girl loves a girl who loves a boy;
in the shadow of kisses I stole
from her sleep.

She'd stretch out in the sun,
long limbs and slanted eyes and I'd
be clenching my fists, reminding
myself that I couldn't,
that she wouldn't.

And she didn't.

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Honestly dishonest.

:icontrembling-knees:

I'd kissed you seventeen times before they tore me
away from the coffin.

This could be tragically romantic but I'm lying;
I wasn't allowed through the chapel doors.
:icontrembling-knees:
Truth or dare?

I dare you to tell the truth.

:iconglory-be-project:
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:iconvalkvick:
~valkvick Jan 3, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
This is really intriguing, can be interpreted a variety of ways. Well done. :)
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~trembling-knees Jan 4, 2013   General Artist
Thank you! :heart:
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*ohsostarryeyed Jan 3, 2013
you don't- i don't- even- MY GOD
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~trembling-knees Jan 3, 2013   General Artist
GAH thank you!

:heart:

(oh, but I do~)
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`vespera Jan 3, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Oooooooh, def. interesting! :D
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~trembling-knees Jan 3, 2013   General Artist
Thank you!

:heart:
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`vespera Jan 7, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Very welcome :heart:
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:icondrippingwords:
=DrippingWords Jan 3, 2013  Student Writer
That was definitely jolting to read. Great job!
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~trembling-knees Jan 3, 2013   General Artist
Thanks!
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=DrippingWords Jan 4, 2013  Student Writer
You're welcome :D
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