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And I'm still lying here on this bed made out of the carcasses of our dying hope. don't call me an escapist, I am not the one who left open the tinted glass windows Let the birds in. let them scavenge through the remains of this forsaken love. let them scravenge through the remains of … Continue reading

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my mind is a fucking war map

And every time you cross that road, you think this time, I'll take another turn. But when you've taken all the turns there are and there aren't any left, you realize who brought you here. you can't call it a trap, it was too bleakly set up. And besides, who the fuck cares to set … Continue reading my mind is a fucking war map

When you are born with a bottle in one hand, and a blade in the other, you do not learn to love easily

This is about that time, when I didn't know what an I love you sounded like So I said it to you All the while, imagining the kind of effect page l of a dictionary has on people. You look up words like live, laugh, learn... laid and it gives you that, that which denies … Continue reading When you are born with a bottle in one hand, and a blade in the other, you do not learn to love easily

I wish I could tell you everything

I don't know if 10 years later, they show me a picture of you, I'll remember who it is. Unless they remind me of the feeling. I could write books about the feeling. I probably won't remember how you say you hate your voice when you sing, because somebody told you you've got too much … Continue reading I wish I could tell you everything

You’re like the moon, Viv, and I like it

I thought I'd stay up late last night, Viv. You know, the sun rises early where I live, and I like how its warmth can make even the coldest of hearts burn. Maybe that is why you complained of heartache when summer came and left before winter waned. But the last time I stayed up … Continue reading You’re like the moon, Viv, and I like it

I hold my hand pretending it is yours

She asked me if I wanted to fall in love. I told her I already was. She asked me what it felt like And I wrote her this poem. What is it about love that makes people want to kill for it? What is it about heartbreak that makes it taste like blood? I could … Continue reading I hold my hand pretending it is yours

i don’t believe in dictionaries

See, love is one of those things that do not come at a price. Instead, love is one of those that come in its own time, in it's own way. It catches you off guard, when you're not looking, and you say, What? Now? After all these years- now? I don't believe you, love. I … Continue reading i don’t believe in dictionaries

How many poisons can you choose, Viv?

Yesterday, I came home to an ocean of tears and yells piercing every square inch of my skin. They say it's okay; to fight is normal. But I ceased to understand What okay meant the day the illustrated dictionary on my shelf was replaced by self help books. Grades-okay. Waistline-okay. Relationship status-okay. Smoking-okay. Lung function … Continue reading How many poisons can you choose, Viv?