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i do not like the irony
of trying to get over someone
by getting on top of them.
if IRONY friend requested me on facebook,
i would deny, block, and mark as spam.
as i might have said a billion poems ago,
i have a restraining order against IRONY
however that dumb bitch still manages
to scare the living shit out of me
of trying to get over someone
by getting on top of them.
if IRONY friend requested me on facebook,
i would deny, block, and mark as spam.
as i might have said a billion poems ago,
i have a restraining order against IRONY
however that dumb bitch still manages
to scare the living shit out of me
Literature
Avenge My Angel
She's all dressed up,
with no where to go.
That pale rose skirt,
and her hair in a bow.
She sings to herself
because nobody's home.
Her mother's upstairs,
drinking alone.
Rose petal nails,
and ivory skin.
She's an Earth-bound angel,
in a world of sin.
And she doesn't see him,
as she walks by.
A polite smile,
just another "that guy".
But he wants her,
like he's never wanted before.
He'll be the savior,
in this angel's dark world.
But the day he makes his move,
her mother drinks too much.
Her father returns,
and his love burns to ash.
Screams from the windows,
flames from the door.
The sirens start to wail,
as the ra
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this mistake isn't beautiful.
My biggest mistake was ever pretending I was special.
When a perfect moment goes to your head, it seems to be so much more than you ever imagined. Finally, the feelings are less lonely. You find that all of your sharp edges and emptiness are smoothed over and filled by someone else's words. You actually feel safe in this person's arms after a lifetime of being too afraid to get close. So when everyone tells you this is love, you believe them.
Suddenly, you can't do anything without it being completely consumed by them. Maybe this is completely unhealthy—totally wrong, but all you know is now it seems like unraveling this one individual
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we're never what we think.
at least twice a day, i find myself wishing i was less.
less of a worrier.
less of a lover.
less of a mess.
all of this would be so much better, if the disconnect between
what i want and what i have would close because then things
would be simple for the first time in years. and i could inhale
without wondering what kind of consequences it will have five
minutes from now. you can only imagine what really goes
through my mind in the time it'll take you to breathe in and
out. now hold it. like i've been holding this thought for months—
the girl i was is quickly vanishing.
i've been holding it like a secret on the tip of
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you put the "ex" in "sex" but god we're so imperfect together
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i love the first three lines. fantastic.