no matter who I see next
i am done trying (i never did in the first place)
i lost my soul in 2017
buried among the lipgloss and the stolen barbie bikini
and as i sit and eat i feel fresh with wounds
pierced as if theres holes in my skin where the wind can get in
a body creaking like rotten wood
i imagine myself tumbling from a cliff edge
but not in skin but as a wooden wardrobe instead one that doesnt talk but has seen it all
perhaps the house collapsed
once i wished for love all encompassing; an end all tied neatly with a bow
but now as i lie with hair up and nose bleeding i wish for revenge
on no one but myself?
for love is a drug worth keeping but something more solid lies in the cruelty of a dagger through her chest open and bleeding pushing her off the cliff for
falling in love with an idea
nothing small will get you by in this world
i promised a girl once that i'd do it all for her
that girl knew my blood
she had many secrets to keep
one week she spent doing nothing
just praying and weeping an
I promise I'm a real girl
I promise
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jolie memphis
PoetrySuzanne led me over to the gap, that pale opaque liquid seeping into my skin-honey, I realised. she leaned in close, voice warm and soft, the scent of aniseed on her breath. you can be anyone you want, she whispered. I closed my eyes. who are yo...
