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i think, if i had to choose between porcelain eyes and plastic teeth, i'd curl up in the silverware drawer and listen to the sound of the dishwasher screaming. i'd try to pay attention to what the forks were picking apart, or what the spoons were dishing out, or what the knives were viciously ripping apart, and i'd try to see if any of their petty rumors and shit-talking were about me and my fragile state.
i'd listen to see if the plates in the cupboard were talking about the bedside lamp upstairs, or if the chandelier in the dining room was talking about the fish swimming lethargically in the bowl on the counter, and how the orange one had gotten so fat, and the white one looked like it needed to eat a fucking sandwich, you could see her ribs. i'd try not to think about my bony hips against yours.
i'd hear the pillows on the couch in the living room talking about how the front door is having an affair with the window, even though the window is supposed to be dating the dishwasher. would that explain her screaming? i'd almost want to crawl out of the silverware drawer and ask her if she would be okay, but i'd think she'd look at me and my porcelain eyes and decide that she'd rather be the cheated-on dishwasher than the girl who was almost an inanimate object.
i think i'd rather be her, too.
i'd listen to see if the plates in the cupboard were talking about the bedside lamp upstairs, or if the chandelier in the dining room was talking about the fish swimming lethargically in the bowl on the counter, and how the orange one had gotten so fat, and the white one looked like it needed to eat a fucking sandwich, you could see her ribs. i'd try not to think about my bony hips against yours.
i'd hear the pillows on the couch in the living room talking about how the front door is having an affair with the window, even though the window is supposed to be dating the dishwasher. would that explain her screaming? i'd almost want to crawl out of the silverware drawer and ask her if she would be okay, but i'd think she'd look at me and my porcelain eyes and decide that she'd rather be the cheated-on dishwasher than the girl who was almost an inanimate object.
i think i'd rather be her, too.
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Further Away
She walks away from me,
And I don't know how it makes me feel
It seems to be slipping away,
And I don't know if was even real
My mind screams stay!
But part of me wouldn't have it any other way
It's like they always say:
One step closer,
Another step further away
She walks on water to me...
Wherever she is ...is where I want to be
It gets harder to take each day,
She walks away from all the promises I make
I hear myself scream.....
Don't you walk away from me!
But like a vision that I sense,
She disappears into the mist
To have her by my side,
Is the one thing I've always prayed
But every time I get near her,
She just seem
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let the sky be lost.
you and i,
we're not cut-outs from a story-book.
not misshaped and deformed pieces
of a broken star, unable to burst into
a supernova.
you're just the truth.
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'i'm not telling you i love you
if i don't mean it. i hate when people
do that. they don't know what it
means.'
'so you won't say it?'
'no, i won't. not yet. not until i do.'
'that's good,' i smile a bit.
'something wrong?'
'not really.'
'no, you don't get it.'
'i don't think i do.'
'telling someone you love them when you
don't is like going to a tea party dressed
up in a ball gown: overdoing it. and nobody
cares. only the person in the gown cares.
all it does is
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what we didn't want came true
it was you against me and me against the wall
pushing and shoving into me, forcing apart my legs
i felt my hips dig into yours and my head hit the flat surface
i screamed and screamed and screamed but nothing happened except
the touch of your lips against my skin, and under it the breaking of my brittle bones
you clasped your hands around my throat and held tight
the air began to close off, and my lungs felt weak
tears appeared and bruises started to swell all over my body
"stop" i plead, but you just laughed
and unbuttoned my blouse.
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it were days like today where i felt
used, broken and too fucked up
to even glance at my
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ohhhh, god.
you are such a clever girl.
seriously, the personification and every part of this is brilliant!
you are such a clever girl.
seriously, the personification and every part of this is brilliant!