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pete was a dream.
someone you told me about,
how he was beautiful
and the nicest person you've ever met
you just talked about him every moment
told him all your secrets
pretending i never existed
he's your everything now
your
perfect.
vile.
life.
i asked to meet him too
but i saw how you sewed around the question
with needles tucked into your stomach.
you left me on the bathroom floor
kissing tiles and hoping they'd love me
breaking my skin and ripping stuffing
out, stuffing, clogging the bathtub with it
and stitching myself back up with a
rubber band.
blame me for your defects, baby
i'll pin them on my collarbone.
i can't write.
every vegetating sack of marrow i see
is worth a bit more than me
even that boy who just sleeps in
spanish and deals decay-scented
weeds from his living room couch.
i used to like myself just a few days ago
but it's scary how i might not get to where
i want to be
and how i see all these great people
but come off all aloof and cold
little sociopath in the corner dressed
in her books.
you've been through so
much worse but i've
never seen you cry.
i'll understand if you
favor other people over me, too
i'd favor other people over me.
it's just okay, it's all okay
i can't write
"be honest"
i'd like to share things with
you
i'll just pin my mouth
shut as always
as forever
as shut.
someone you told me about,
how he was beautiful
and the nicest person you've ever met
you just talked about him every moment
told him all your secrets
pretending i never existed
he's your everything now
your
perfect.
vile.
life.
i asked to meet him too
but i saw how you sewed around the question
with needles tucked into your stomach.
you left me on the bathroom floor
kissing tiles and hoping they'd love me
breaking my skin and ripping stuffing
out, stuffing, clogging the bathtub with it
and stitching myself back up with a
rubber band.
blame me for your defects, baby
i'll pin them on my collarbone.
i can't write.
every vegetating sack of marrow i see
is worth a bit more than me
even that boy who just sleeps in
spanish and deals decay-scented
weeds from his living room couch.
i used to like myself just a few days ago
but it's scary how i might not get to where
i want to be
and how i see all these great people
but come off all aloof and cold
little sociopath in the corner dressed
in her books.
you've been through so
much worse but i've
never seen you cry.
i'll understand if you
favor other people over me, too
i'd favor other people over me.
it's just okay, it's all okay
i can't write
"be honest"
i'd like to share things with
you
i'll just pin my mouth
shut as always
as forever
as shut.
Literature
Lightbulb
How many times do you have to
screw with my head
around like
an electric socket that goes to a lightbulb until it goes dead
from so much exhaustion of always having to"stay on"
for a faulty parallel circuit that just gives in
to the slightest trigger that touches its brim
copper wires wrapped around power that is trying to glow
Why are you hiding me in a restrictive shallow sheath skin
when I'm trying to grow
all I want is to feel complete in a formation
that travels like traffic, paving a way
for my electrons to scurry like the information I have to retain
that shock me in the brain
that mold ideas and thoughts that
awfully hurt me
Literature
the ghost
I don't know what I'm waiting for,
because I am a ghost and yet
I sit on my hands and wonder
where you've been -
I walk the forest in circles,
the methodical crunch
of leaves beneath my feet
and I remember
that you made me feel small,
and alone. here I am, facing
this brilliant hue that is me and myself
and I am the ghost but somehow
you are haunting me.
Literature
280
pen across paper
the rhythmic tapping of keyboard running
my being is letters
yet i cannot make words
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I like this. The speaker seems like a person who'd be interesting and scary all at once.