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i'm running
over the frozen lake,
breathing in the
cold christmas air
with eyes
glazed over.
i'm bleeding
and crying colors.
i can't stop,
i won't stop.
-
my vivid sexing
takes her –
makes her
silhouette
against the
frosty window
and
as the clock
strikes midnight
i exit the stage,
leaving her to fight
for things
that aren't worth
fighting for.
i burn the memories
and erase the thoughts
and try to prevent myself
from falling in love
(with her) again.
i will stop writing poems
about the way she
smiles.
and when she asks, i'll say,
"no, this is not about you."
but she'll know.
she'll know and she'll say,
"please stop
before it starts to hurt."
over the frozen lake,
breathing in the
cold christmas air
with eyes
glazed over.
i'm bleeding
and crying colors.
i can't stop,
i won't stop.
-
my vivid sexing
takes her –
makes her
silhouette
against the
frosty window
and
as the clock
strikes midnight
i exit the stage,
leaving her to fight
for things
that aren't worth
fighting for.
i burn the memories
and erase the thoughts
and try to prevent myself
from falling in love
(with her) again.
i will stop writing poems
about the way she
smiles.
and when she asks, i'll say,
"no, this is not about you."
but she'll know.
she'll know and she'll say,
"please stop
before it starts to hurt."
Literature
realized I was not a masochist
as I stand here, suffocating, I wonder what’s next.
will I make it out alive?
what do I look like?
are my lips swollen?
do I still have lips?
what are lips?
-
I am leaking raindrops and dripping tonight’s dinner into the living room below me. I am bleeding tears out of my mouth and puke from my eyes. I swear, I can’t stop bleeding, but I’m not bleeding blood- I’m bleeding purple pigments- I’m bleeding bags under my eyes; I’m holding these bags so tightly in my hands that I’m bruising sunsets under my eyes, and he just watches me in the sky.
I tell myself to set. just set like a sunset; just fall
Literature
'tis the season
another december's defeated me
one more winter
playing host
to the ghosts
who keep leaving me
choking on hope
'til I'm hoping
they'll leave me be
broke-
n glittering
guts stuck
strung up
'round my bony tree
forced to flee
roots ruined
by
possibility
one flickering
light
disrupting the
circuitry
circling
certainty
searching
a certain we
surely she loves
but her I's
keep deceiving me
the present's
the past's
disappointments
wrapped up
so pleasingly
but
some things
shivery
as snow melt
as soon
as they appear
when the numbers
have no meaning
there's nothing
new
about the year
Literature
disproportional, disadvantaged
there's a 100% chance that
i love you,
a 100% chance that
you love me,
but a 0.00% chance of
Us ever working out.
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This poem is too intense for my brain.