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intricately-ordinary

Published: Mar 2, 2014

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the tears
I rationed have all
run out. Tuesday comes
up behind me and steals
my breath; my cat snores.
she can’t sleep soundly
since she lost her seventh
life. I’m like that, I’m always
worried someone will try to steal
what I’ve already given away.
I miss color. newsprint sobs
washed me out. I am a
blank canvas, I am a faceless,
I am one
of you. I wake up sweating
and it’s winter and I can’t
sleep because my memories
follow me between my sheets;
jake still won’t listen.
we never knew we were the
lucky ones, we scarred, too. don’t
touch me. don’t want
me, don’t bare my bones
when you think I’m not
watching. I’m afraid of
myself. breathing loud
enough that others know
I exist; you follow me,
open-hearted, bleeding,
needing, laughing, it’s
a game. who has lost
the most, we all want
to win; I’m so tired, so scared,
there’s no one in the world
who sees me. I can’t cry.
we’re in a drought.

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DevilsMatrix

Jan 4, 2015

I think this one is very personal... it almost feels like by reading this im intruding into your mind where everything is bare and vulnerable and I absolutely love writing that does that! Gosh! Your little pieces get better as I read on!
One day, I want to be able to capture emotion the same way you do in this piece here!
Favourite line would have to be...
my cat snores.
she can’t sleep soundly
since she lost her seventh
life.
Tragic, Beautiful, Perfect

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