you won't make me jealous if I hear that they sweetened your night:
we weren't lovers like that and besides it would still be all right
*number* time's the charm
i always knew
somehow, i could hear the whisper
he will break your heart
i could waste time asking why and
searching for a pulse
i could waste time asking you why
and digging up threads and seams
that just
end
maybe, even better,
i can make my body swell
with love and grief
and try to forget you and all the others
happened
it's a kind of dreaded cycle
i'm still on rinse and repeat
somehow, i could hear the whisper
he will break your heart
i could waste time asking why and
searching for a pulse
i could waste time asking you why
and digging up threads and seams
that just
end
maybe, even better,
i can make my body swell
with love and grief
and try to forget you and all the others
happened
it's a kind of dreaded cycle
i'm still on rinse and repeat
easy on the eyes
i need a storage bin for my wiped out soul
my dirty, spinning mind has tumbled out of control
i've been waiting for it to hit me:
i want this. i want to be better.
but the ball swings toward my face
and then quickly
drops away
you were the flash of sun, burning hot
gristle
strong arms, weak in the knees
now i'm left alone
and i want it to hit me
who the fuck am i?
i thought i knew
but i realized somehow that i defined myself with you
lay me down & don't give in
you whispered, cat
we would lay there with a blanket
and nothing else mattered
it's all dust
silt on life's gleaming dashboard
with tumbling words
shitfaced excuses
all week,
i thought about
you
you
made me feel beautiful
now i am ugly and alone
maybe you think you can find
another me
another girl who will stroke
your smooth chest,
and make you smile when you couldn't
dream of it
meet another girl who sends you love poems,
who writes notes to you,
another girl who loves you
so unconditionally
who wants to make you happy
make things work.
maybe you're right,
but i've never met a girl like that
except one
i don't know who i can talk to now
7:o4 am
what a shit time to be awake
my eyes are puffy
cramping up
shaking hands
don't want to eat
tears filling my eyes
i can't get anything out of this yet
"the coming of christ" or "american idol is on"
i am inside the lone
moment
of silence
nonchalant noise from other hotel rooms
dim lights, stripped bare
here on the edge of my seat
i am finally alone
american idle
family leans in to
watch
to
believe
as blood pumps through my veins,
the world is slowly turning
more than anything in the world
thursday
seems like a leap year day that never comes
here we are,
and i'm telling you, i haven't felt like this
for two years
i haven't felt like this,
maybe,
ever in my life
to be honest, with you
we wasted
this world
like cigarette
smoke wasted
smooth
family
pearls
and this living room with a tv set
is full of wasted potential
and eventual regret
your bedroom lamp is out
the light is gone
but it really never shined that bright to begin with,
to be honest
we will think about the days gone by,
where the sun never went down
don't know why
and the moon set the standard for the shining stars
but we forgot our own standards
where are we now?
limbo
i guess we can't wait
no point in hesitation
well behaved actions aren't actions at all
and you rarely hear people
who got nothin to say
this is what a feminist looks like
she's haunted
haunted by the girl she wishes she could be
you might know her
she's as alive as a barbie
her cold bony skeleton envies skinny men, skinny women
trapped inside her body like it's a guantanamo prison
watching blank thin faces, washing tears from her cheek
knowing no one will listen if she bothers to speak
she likes to think that feminism is coming back
and winding pro-choice women's prophecies into pop culture
digital crap
she likes to think that one day
she won't be a symbol for sex
and that men and women themselves
will realize she's complex
haunted by the girl she wishes she could be
you might know her
she's as alive as a barbie
her cold bony skeleton envies skinny men, skinny women
trapped inside her body like it's a guantanamo prison
watching blank thin faces, washing tears from her cheek
knowing no one will listen if she bothers to speak
she likes to think that feminism is coming back
and winding pro-choice women's prophecies into pop culture
digital crap
she likes to think that one day
she won't be a symbol for sex
and that men and women themselves
will realize she's complex
PASSIONATE!!!
after one of our rough nights,
i lay awake and think how much happier we would be
if we'd cuddled and watched a movie
i wouldn't trade any of it, that used plastic
that you rolled on to keep me safe
second to turning my head
in those moments
and looking into your
sleepy
eyes
i don't want to get hurt
i'm delirious
i can't tell where i'll be in a year,
and i'm scared
tell me
you'll always be there for me
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