When the weather turned
stormy and bruised, you blamed
it on Greek Gods, and twisted
it around to myself. I would
pick at the scratches on my arms,
as you picked at my emotional
insides; they felt coiled together,
in knots. Honestly, I never understood
why you did all of this to me,
you were so thoughtless, looking
at the sky, telling them you were a
Goddess. I tried, tried
to learn to strum my guitar. You told me
I could never learn, I was stupid, I was
not made for music. You soiled me
in more ways than one. You were not made
for companionship.
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"SHUT UP AND SMILE!!"
Rest in peace, Alex. I love you for now and for forever.
Glad you're back.
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"Women may fake orgasms, but men fake entire relationships."
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the storm was wrecking our paper floats.
~soul-perfume
A telling line. A lightning sketch of abullying relationship?
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There's always a better poem just out of reach.
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Do you still believe in stars?
*tangledseaweed ~ art / photos
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Do you still believe in stars?
*tangledseaweed ~ art / photos
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Do you still believe in stars?
*tangledseaweed ~ art / photos
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