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you think you know me well
i have a thousand untold scars
you wouldn't think to look at them
or
do you pretend
they aren't there to
spare my feelings?
is that it?
you are the only good part of
me
and i want it to stay
that way.
you think i am brave and selfless?
i am the complete opposite
and i hide the moon in my breaths,
breathe in nicotine
by the window
when you sleep
and fan the fumes away
not that so you
won't wake up and chastise
me about a problem
i cannot break but because
i don't want your lungs hooked on
something so seemingly harmless,
and you are wrong if you
think
joining this dark side
will protect me
and i do have a god.
you cannot see him
because you do not believe in
heroine or medical marijuana
and furthermore you do not
believe in my strength
i am on my knees
but you kiss the top
of my head but not my eyelids like
you do with your mother and
i am led to the mirror and
told i am perfect but i feel
doubt flowing in your fingertips
when you stroke my hair and
sometimes i want to break your hands
so you cannot
hold me like you used to.
(die and live again)
midnight and post-midnight are very
different eras
but i have to remind you of that
every night through the phone.
and i am tired
but go on to bed. i'll
be there
shortly (but)
only in the form of guilting dreams
i have a thousand untold scars
you wouldn't think to look at them
or
do you pretend
they aren't there to
spare my feelings?
is that it?
you are the only good part of
me
and i want it to stay
that way.
you think i am brave and selfless?
i am the complete opposite
and i hide the moon in my breaths,
breathe in nicotine
by the window
when you sleep
and fan the fumes away
not that so you
won't wake up and chastise
me about a problem
i cannot break but because
i don't want your lungs hooked on
something so seemingly harmless,
and you are wrong if you
think
joining this dark side
will protect me
and i do have a god.
you cannot see him
because you do not believe in
heroine or medical marijuana
and furthermore you do not
believe in my strength
i am on my knees
but you kiss the top
of my head but not my eyelids like
you do with your mother and
i am led to the mirror and
told i am perfect but i feel
doubt flowing in your fingertips
when you stroke my hair and
sometimes i want to break your hands
so you cannot
hold me like you used to.
(die and live again)
midnight and post-midnight are very
different eras
but i have to remind you of that
every night through the phone.
and i am tired
but go on to bed. i'll
be there
shortly (but)
only in the form of guilting dreams
Literature
.
all the words
taste like salt
on my lips,
although all the oceans
evaporated and stopped
throwing up corpses
long ago;
now all our souls
lie bloated in the
burning sand -
the sun beating
down on our heads
like a war drummer
that got lost
along with the
cause.
(there's a feast for the crows,
but I don't think they're hungry.)
Literature
so let us melt
i.
she must have been a beacon,
off-colour orange glass, tilted,
splitting herself in two -
he wonders
how many times she has
melted only to reshape
herself anew, each sinew
a promise snapped in two,
each smile a dying
candle.
ii.
learning to catch
fireflies in jars is an
art form of trailing sparks
down strong shoulders
and weak collarbones.
they burn, his lips and
fingers scorched
but he drowns in her light;
together they paralyze
behind glass.
iii.
if the universe was formed
from dancing spirits, they'd be
entwined orange flames
creating light for each other
in a world of darkness.
Literature
//gliitch^*%$4
a tessellation of words all pretty and edged
like swords unsheathed and violence sedated
and numbness, syllables roll over each other
and words and verses form tides, you write
using big words, my english teacher encouraged us
to use the smaller ones and i always wondered
what the big words were for then, sitting idle;
unused, unwanted, a solemn misplaced defect
dictionaries all hinged and high on obscure artefact words
no-one ever uses anymore gone out of fashion
because people like us forgot them and let them fade
into oblivion. but you, you know what they are
maybe they are hard to hold but you hold them well
maybe you are hard to hold
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oh myyy. 
rereading this gives me goosebumps all over again~
rereading this gives me goosebumps all over again~