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When one comment turns dusk into day
My heart stops beating
There was nothing I could do
My entire body weighted down with those words
Screams of protest scratched at my throat
Clawing to clamber out
But my mouth, stone
As I drown in confusion
I cannot fight it
I don't even attempt
As your words push me down ever further
Into the murky depths
One thought omnipotent
How could you…
My heart stops beating
There was nothing I could do
My entire body weighted down with those words
Screams of protest scratched at my throat
Clawing to clamber out
But my mouth, stone
As I drown in confusion
I cannot fight it
I don't even attempt
As your words push me down ever further
Into the murky depths
One thought omnipotent
How could you…
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Engineering Eggshells
He knew that "I love you" also means "I love you more than anyone loves you, or has loved you, or will love you," and also, "I love you in a way that no one loves you, or has loved you, or will love you," and also, "I love you in a way that I love no one else, and never have loved anyone else, and never will love anyone else."
--Jonathan Safran Foer, Everything Is Illuminated
Kathrine had said "I love you" too soon, which terrified Ty because it wasn't supposed to be done like this. It was either the seventh or eighth time they'd been out together and she just came out with it as they folded their laundry side-by-side. It was either desper
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some seconds are longer
im just a little girl drinking wine and
some man is breaking down my door.
hes tall and
he goes to the lake every night
to wash the pen ink off his hands
and fill the spaces in between his fingers.
but tonight its chest on chest on mattress on floor.
voids are swallowed or maybe theyre just swallowing,
swallowing the past half hour. and i ask him, what now?
what do you want?
he wants a twenty dollar bill, some dope,
and maybe a kiss on the cheek.
his knuckles went under my shirt
and my stomach met new bruises.
he said hed be right back
and i said id be right here.
with my scis
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nervosa.
i.
i was six years old the night my mother crept into my room, spread a second quilt on top of me, and began to quietly brush the hair of my barbies. she laid down on the cold wooden floor, one ear down - as if she could hear the small specks of dust moving across the downstairs hardwood.
"we're moving to waterford," she said, staring fondly at my lovingly-kept pocahontas doll. i hadn't seen her swipe it, and she played with the silky ends of the doll's purple-sewn hair in silence.
"i don't want to go," i told her, bleary-eyed and whining, "who wants to live in a place named after water? don't they have anything exciting to name it after?"
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with those words
you hurt me more than you could ever know...
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you hurt me more than you could ever know...
~Critique as you like~
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another job well done!! <3 u r turning out to b one of m favorite poets on DA! <333