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She traded in kisses for
Shakespearean rhymes.
With inky lips
and quill for a tongue,
she speaks her mind.
She's made of content not
suitable for innocent eyes.
Like that one book
lurking between
the Classics on the
top shelf of a used
bookstore.
The one with the yellowed
creases,
That has been read
a few too many times.
Shakespearean rhymes.
With inky lips
and quill for a tongue,
she speaks her mind.
She's made of content not
suitable for innocent eyes.
Like that one book
lurking between
the Classics on the
top shelf of a used
bookstore.
The one with the yellowed
creases,
That has been read
a few too many times.
Literature
semantic satiation
i have become
desensitized;
repeating
your name
in the form
of syllables
until you(r
definition)
become
meaning
less
love
love love
love love love
love love love love
love love love love love
love love love love
love love love
love love
love
without
(me)aning
Literature
Jaded.
It interferes.
Sex
and love
and people.
And all of these things
that you thought you
had a grasp on.
You didn't.
You promised yourself
over and over again.
That you won't be just like
everyone else.
It's not narcissism
or a superiority complex.
You simply don't understand
your own species.
But behavior is your
common ground.
Why must we learn the hard way?
In the end you're just
a liar.
You're a fucking imbecile.
The conscious awareness makes you
sick to your stomach.
Because you know better.
Because you set yourself up
for a happy ending.
You saw the trap
before you stepped in it.
But you didn't know
that it was strategically plac
Literature
Bruises
Your hands are bruised again
and I'm wrapping you up with pretty words and bandages
because you're so ugly
and beautiful
and terrible
and self-destructive
while I'm just horrible and horribly attracted to horrible people.
I see your skin
of yellow, purple and green
and your tired dreamer eyes
in all the photo frames
hanging on the walls of this prison you dressed up as a home.
I heard from the woman next door that
your smile is pretty but rare
and the man across the hall said
it runs in the blood and he may be right because
I've seen your blood running.
You push and swallow all your problems
because your mother never told
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