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i can list every nickname
you've ever called me as if
they were members of my family and i
can recall every time you’ve ever
sang in my ear during class. i know
how many times we’ve snuck away from our friends --
not because of any particular reason,
your heart just ached, longed
for that familiar sense of me.
or at least, i hope.
because you seem to feel the skin of
every other girl and you seem
to always be able to keep on
a conversation with them,
it's just impossible to feel anything towards
me and impossible to not
make me feel
something. anything at all
and everything at once.
or maybe you just don't know
what
to feel towards me, maybe your
mind is as much of a jigsaw
puzzle as mine is and all
you’re doing is trying to piece it
all back together.
i just wish we were able to help each other.
you told me thursday on the train
that you wanted to be normal.
that you thought he was perfect
and you were anything but.
but darling you continually fail
to see that in my eyes you are
everything and perfect is just a side effect of living.
you said that you don't feel
quite whole. that your mind isn't
as it should be and that something,
the part everyone but you has,
is missing.
or disfunction or asleep or
just ignoring your pleas to be happy.
you said you felt alone.
but, even though i hate to say it,
Paul Valery one said,
"poems are never finished --
just abandoned."
and i think it's that way with you, too.
you've ever called me as if
they were members of my family and i
can recall every time you’ve ever
sang in my ear during class. i know
how many times we’ve snuck away from our friends --
not because of any particular reason,
your heart just ached, longed
for that familiar sense of me.
or at least, i hope.
because you seem to feel the skin of
every other girl and you seem
to always be able to keep on
a conversation with them,
it's just impossible to feel anything towards
me and impossible to not
make me feel
something. anything at all
and everything at once.
or maybe you just don't know
what
to feel towards me, maybe your
mind is as much of a jigsaw
puzzle as mine is and all
you’re doing is trying to piece it
all back together.
i just wish we were able to help each other.
you told me thursday on the train
that you wanted to be normal.
that you thought he was perfect
and you were anything but.
but darling you continually fail
to see that in my eyes you are
everything and perfect is just a side effect of living.
you said that you don't feel
quite whole. that your mind isn't
as it should be and that something,
the part everyone but you has,
is missing.
or disfunction or asleep or
just ignoring your pleas to be happy.
you said you felt alone.
but, even though i hate to say it,
Paul Valery one said,
"poems are never finished --
just abandoned."
and i think it's that way with you, too.
Literature
Things to Be Grateful For
I am grateful
for a husband
who always thinks
of me first.
--
I am grateful
for the places
and the people
I can visit in my mind
after a hard day;
I am grateful
for our world,
so filled
with things to inspire me,
with words
to create the stories
I lean on
when I'm feeling weak.
--
I am grateful
for a partner
who knows my vices
and loves me more
for them.
--
I am grateful
for every morning
I peel layers of dreams
from my eyes,
push the covers
from my skin
and can start
with a fresh slate
and a clean heart.
--
I am grateful
for a best friend
who buys me chocolate
when I need it,
who trusts me to know
how much I can handle,
and who sti
Literature
to be synonymous with suicide
i wrote dime store
words and, wayworn,
wished for
catatonia;
cesium and saltwater,
i had but one request:
my own head
on a silver platter.
Literature
The human condition of wanting to be everything
I feel as though I am exhausting
The excess skin around
My eyes
They
h
a
n
g
in loose shadows
Across my cheekbones like
A wreath.
And whilst I find myself
unable
To draw open the blinds
Because the light
is too bright
And I really can’t handle
The pane of the sky
With its obnoxious
Blue
glaring at me
With such a joyful expression
I know that lately
I am burning myself out
That I consume one too many
Cans of soda and energy drinks
At 2.45 AM
When the rest of the world
Is static in a hushed
Comatose state
Whilst I frantically try
To achieve something
Because being
Average
Ordinary
Mundane
Is too
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school was canceled today so i thought i'd write the longest poem i've even written.
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"but darling you continually fail
to see that in my eyes you are
everything and perfect is just a side effect of living."
to see that in my eyes you are
everything and perfect is just a side effect of living."
That's my favourite stanza.