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Confession: i daydream about you daydreaming about me.
Confession: he's really not that special, you know.
Confession: i just gagged.
his arms line her shoulderblade,
leading her on, down the halls...
and fuck!
they fit so perfectly
together;
they're one-of-a-kind,
and me?
who am i, i ask?
who am i, when i'd rather be
waist-to-waist with anonymity?
who am i, when you replace
'suffrage' with 'suffer'?
wait,
don't answer that.
i know i'm just one
line in a song you'll never listen to
because i'm not the right genre---
there aren't enough innuendos
and my bassline fucking sucks;
i'm in the key of 'g minor'
and you prefer 'f major'
on second thought,
i'm not even a line--
i'm not even a word
or a chord or a beat
i'm a single brushstroke of a letter--
not just any letter, either:
the silent 'e' at the end of
some fake four letter word
Flaw: i'm not old enough to vote.
Flaw: you're too young to care.
Flaw: we're one-sided magnets.
and you, just an hour later,
are poking him for attention
that i would pay nickels for--
but no, fuck no.
instead, i'm biting the skin off my forefinger;
instead, i'm getting diagnosed with anxiety;
instead, i'm pretending you think about me;
Solution: twelve years of medicine.
Solution: six months of therapy.
Solution: an eternity without a heart.
Confession: he's really not that special, you know.
Confession: i just gagged.
his arms line her shoulderblade,
leading her on, down the halls...
and fuck!
they fit so perfectly
together;
they're one-of-a-kind,
and me?
who am i, i ask?
who am i, when i'd rather be
waist-to-waist with anonymity?
who am i, when you replace
'suffrage' with 'suffer'?
wait,
don't answer that.
i know i'm just one
line in a song you'll never listen to
because i'm not the right genre---
there aren't enough innuendos
and my bassline fucking sucks;
i'm in the key of 'g minor'
and you prefer 'f major'
on second thought,
i'm not even a line--
i'm not even a word
or a chord or a beat
i'm a single brushstroke of a letter--
not just any letter, either:
the silent 'e' at the end of
some fake four letter word
Flaw: i'm not old enough to vote.
Flaw: you're too young to care.
Flaw: we're one-sided magnets.
and you, just an hour later,
are poking him for attention
that i would pay nickels for--
but no, fuck no.
instead, i'm biting the skin off my forefinger;
instead, i'm getting diagnosed with anxiety;
instead, i'm pretending you think about me;
Solution: twelve years of medicine.
Solution: six months of therapy.
Solution: an eternity without a heart.
Literature
promise to play this on silent
hello
just promise me youre listening.
since once you get used to being ignored for long enough, its nice to pretend that you could be something. that you could say something that matters. and that somewhere, someone is listening. and for now, ill make believe that youll make everything better. that the air will taste like sunshine even though its been raining for days. or that my heart isnt disconnected and that maybe my lips will get the message. or even that for the next two and half minutes youll love me.
ill make believe.
ill make believe you.
ill make believe you c
Literature
it never really was
forget the ocean, you've never been there
your feet don't know the difference between
sand-papered wooden floors and ocean scattered sandscapes.
forget canyons cause you've never seen one
the only edge you know is self-imposed,
or is the tip top of the stairs.
forget the stars cause you've never reached them
you only believe in their fantasies and
admire them from a distance.
forget the moon, you've never landed on it
left a footprint in its crater, or
taken a glowing rock back with you.
forget history, cause you haven't seen it
you only know it,
just read about it in books.
forget time, it's invisible
you never see it or
h
Literature
solarsystem
she was my lunar girl.
because she controlled my moods like the tide,
and how do you cage a moonbeam?
and she was my sunshine girl.
because she was the center of my orbit,
and nothing shone as brightly as her smile.
and she was my star girl,
because of course there were other girls but none quite like her,
and we were separated by a million miles.
but what do you say when they ask how it feels to lose e
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you put the 'cute' in 'cuticle'
but i make a habit of biting off
the skin around my fingernails
{don't pretend
that you care}
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but i make a habit of biting off
the skin around my fingernails
{don't pretend
that you care}
[link]
for that ^ contest
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That was just......amazing. I love it. awesome.