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- Este Amor Podría Matarme. at allpoetry
is it in the way you touch my hair, twisting damp strands into finger-played curls:
or how my lips match the rhythm of our hips, to wind, to grind, to love, to lift, - Abscond. at allpoetry
On concrete floors, I've held your hand:
in cold garage's we made our bed, and slept - Meretricious Mishap. at allpoetry
I'd rather endure his fists, then sit here and be played:
I'd rather my heart stop beating, then for it to break. - 10:10 at allpoetry
This floor is cold and uninviting,
my clothes seem all to tight: - Cessation. at allpoetry
I'm a failure: I'm a liar, I am human, and I hurt.
I'm a little girl in Linstrom, running barefoot in Minnasotan dirt, - The Hazard's of Moving To Fast. at allpoetry
When did this maze we call our relationship, phase,
and become something I only see when in that green philosophy haze? - 2009: Without Her. at allpoetry
At the bottom of every bottle, I see a familiar gleam. I see eye's and smoke rings, graffiti in B-hall, and certain park swings: I see our bedroom floor, I see you punching his face after he called me a whore. I am touching a - American Honey at allpoetry
I am the quiet violence playing games with your head:
Where everything's pointless, and your just better off dead. - Dolly In The Sky With Bullets at allpoetry
She’s the drugs that fuck me up,
And he’s the crew that cleans me up: - Commemoration's, Gone Wrong. at allpoetry
The sounds, the smells, the looks and brushed hands;
the familiar tingle of a strangers touch, on accident- - Far From It. at allpoetry
In these cobwebbed corners of this well worn book:
sit a picture, torn and wrinkled, covering in dust and soot. - Gold Key vrs. Me. at allpoetry
I am quietly sinking into
another phase of .. love. - Chances: Took. at allpoetry
Your hands are much bigger then I remember,
with your forget me not smile growing to fill your face. - Chances: Untook. at allpoetry
You are here, and now, and I am left
pretending these last two years haven't passed. - In Terms Of One Night Stands: at allpoetry
Pulse: one, two, a stuttering three
as my hands reach out to pull her to me: - In Vain, I ask: Lie. at allpoetry
I don't make sense. - Mayday. at allpoetry
I could tell you twice, in a breath, all the things I could ever want,
all the angels I've ever fought and all the demons my lungs caught: - Waiting. at allpoetry
I sit quietly musing over last nigt's events,
what I was told and what then was said: - Crooked Aim. at allpoetry
You are the awkard silences that fill me head
on these certian occasions. The name I'm seeing everywhere, - Chrissy-Ella. at allpoetry
My candy coated skin, now reflects the smell: clean,
of Clorox and soap, of wet rag's and just washed clothes. - Happy [For-The-Mean-Time] After at allpoetry
If I had the chance, to cry for the world
I would do it on a heartbeat: with bittersweet - High Hopes For New Years: (Counting Down) at allpoetry
In your deep, long sleep, made potently deep
by that sweet sticky weed, what is it that your pretty mind dreams? - Tricking Dr. Robert's. at allpoetry
She said you feel like you're flying
on a rocky airplane that's to close to the ground: - Monotonous: A Personal Definition at allpoetry
We've all had that moment..
when the eye's seem paralyzed - Playing With Fire. at allpoetry
I am in the process of mourning those I've lost:
to the girl who I sold my soul to have her smile, - Control, Lost. at allpoetry
There's not enough pills in the world
to give me the freedom I so long to attain: - Pobre Diabla. at allpoetry
She.. is, dragging me down.
Into another night of bad dreams - Petty. at allpoetry
Well, there goes the hope
that's been building for weeks, - 11+1 (Not For Wishing) at allpoetry
Scars: Heal.. even reopened,
you're still cursed to feel. - Battle-Ship! at allpoetry
Cowardly, Liar.
- Au Contraire. at allpoetry
In a bed I thought was lost to me: small hands drifting, desperately
in her artists haze, with lips on silent, used to only prove me wrong: - Washed-- Out. at allpoetry
I am--
so normal, I find it sickening, quite horrible - Second Chances: God, I'm A Idiot. at allpoetry
Just like a year ago, I am easily replaced.
With things to keep you busy so you don't have to think - Coma White at allpoetry
Stitches and razors, little boring bouquets:
My flesh in ribbons, a remembered display.. - On The Defense: (Of My Heart) at allpoetry
This world wasn't made for people like you and me,
who's hopes and dreams are all we need
