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1.
it doesn't feel like
seven and a half minutes
as she watches
herself from the
corner breaking all her rules.
2.
I tried to write a song
about bridges. all I found were
white lines a mile wide.
you keep taking my poems.
3.
it doesn't feel like seven
and a half minutes
and it's snowing out the window
on the bridge and she is
wilting, becoming turmoil and
piano fingers tracing the
contours of innocence.
4.
I looked at myself
in the mirror. looked at myself
looking at myself. I couldn't
remember how to be real
again.
5.
It doesn't feel like seven and
a half minutes
as she prays to the
car alarm going off on the
street of his building
and the air conditioner and
the bridges for seven and a
half minutes to make sense
again to her.
6.
I watched the snow melt,
come back,
melt again. two years felt like those
seven and a half minutes
that I didn't want after all.
it doesn't feel like
seven and a half minutes
as she watches
herself from the
corner breaking all her rules.
2.
I tried to write a song
about bridges. all I found were
white lines a mile wide.
you keep taking my poems.
3.
it doesn't feel like seven
and a half minutes
and it's snowing out the window
on the bridge and she is
wilting, becoming turmoil and
piano fingers tracing the
contours of innocence.
4.
I looked at myself
in the mirror. looked at myself
looking at myself. I couldn't
remember how to be real
again.
5.
It doesn't feel like seven and
a half minutes
as she prays to the
car alarm going off on the
street of his building
and the air conditioner and
the bridges for seven and a
half minutes to make sense
again to her.
6.
I watched the snow melt,
come back,
melt again. two years felt like those
seven and a half minutes
that I didn't want after all.
Literature
i have things to do
it was past midnight
and i was drunk again.
i told myself,
"tonight i will write."
so here i am, the morning after,
looking at pages and pages of
shit.
i wallow
in self-pity,
pouring myself another drink.
i swallow,
i swallow,
i swallow,
and sink.
in the end
i'm still here,
still empty.
i don't like looking back
and realizing that
i was just
another rebellious kid
hiding cigarettes
under her pillow
realizing all too late that
you were beautiful,
fucking,
sobbing,
and i gave you away
realizing that, deep down,
even the happiest people are a little sad
realizing that we're always
Literature
11.
the internal oceans are more threatening
come winter
it makes them cold
and leaves her shaking
right to her core
its okay in summer
they're warm
and golden
but the icy blues
and stark whites
leave her shaken
and vulnerable
and scared you'll
slip back inside
trying to warm
but really only intending
to break
and burn
Literature
Comatose
the clock rolls backwards
say hello to cold floors and breathing
ceilings and sleepless nights,
a snowflake city down in flames
and a humming monotony --
fingernails never dug deep enough.
you're stuck on words like I love him and
I miss him and this is it and I
love him I really really love- it's
better to have bled than ghosted
out into the
silence.
those are your thoughts suiciding themselves
under the smother of night, no
veneers can hide your
lines- time carved
you a new face and metered
your breaths;
asphyxiated and strung out by
your own needs, at least you had
the time
to write it all off,
but not before you
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i love it all. [: really. so beautiful.
but 4 is my favorite. <3
but 4 is my favorite. <3