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We find ourselves in awkward positions, us humans. Positions of love and situations of insecurity. I'm not entirely sure what position you put me in, but I think I'm learning something from it. And I think, I think sometimes, that I'm learning about...me, when I should be learning about you.
It tends to focus on weakness, these things I'm learning. That I don't break from things that take aim at my heart or my head. It's not those places because I'm strong there, strong like those dishes that don't break. The kind that look like glass but aren't. I fracture from things that hit me in whatever part reminds me that I'm lonely. It's like an arrow. It hits me like an arrow and I buckle. And it's a curious situation.
You call it one thing and I call it another. That's another position. And we're twisted, the two of us. Bent out of shape like those pencils made of rubber. You for one reason and me for another. I like to think that we're the same, but we're not. We're two stories on two sheets of paper. Mine's a little bit torn on the edges and yours is a bit crumpled. We're the same that way. We can't be whole again.
I suppose it's my fault. It generally is. I either expect too much or too little or I'm too good or not good enough. My center doesn't seem to really exist. My equilirium is out of whack. It brings me images of slipping on ice and tumbling over the tip of a needle onto something slippery and uneven. It makes me feel like a child, like an infant with their hand clinging to your pant leg. I say yes and you say no. I say yes again and you turn away. Don't give them what they want or they'll learn they can get it by whining. Good parent.
We're not done yet, you and I. I get that feeling. It's not too strong which means it's not out of impulse and it's not too weak which means it's not false hope. Are you happy? I am. No? Good. Too bad. Come here.
I'd like to say that these moments of discomfort and worry are worth it, but I've never seen the end so I can't. I suppose that I'll continue to chew at my fingernails until I reach the end of my sidewalk. Then I'll tell whether or not it was worth it.
You put me in the oddest of situations.
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...response
call:
offhandedly on an off chance
I tried to picture your face and
all I could conjure with my
mental wizardry was a fan
blowing in an empty room,
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I don't have any rules so....
from here on out
all poems are made
for dancing
from there on in
I only write
for:
pretty girls
who can't read
smiling boys
who like boys
who don't like boys
(and are okay with that)
each perfect little princess
parading foreign continents
with words that drip like honey
scripting feeling
unashamed
active youth
ages unborn
through
thought deceased
those with time to kill
(they always make the best of me)
the ever faithful stranger
all arms
as large
as life
that itch
under skin
and the skeletons in my throat
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seven days.
she’s just a pile of white limbs passing out
on a red canvas of
bedsheets and broken bones and splintered hearts.
monday.
she wakes up with tear-streaked eyes and her window panes
clouded with broken promises.
she’d smile, but there’s no fixing
other people’s mistakes.
tuesday.
she decides that we all have twins living in an alternate dimension, and
whenever they do something terribly wrong we get punished here. it’s really
the only way to explain why things just can’t be fair.
she wouldn’t mind life being just a game of chance, if she had better luck.
wednesday.
she wonders if fake smiles ca
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~Finch
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"It's not those places because I'm strong there, strong like those dishes that don't break."
Okay, that line there? Bit out of place. Rather funny, actually. But distracting. Try a different analogy.
"Bent out of shape like those pencils made of rubber." Yeah, again, very strange analogy. And I see there is a paper one in there as well. It honestly sounds like you where looking at your desk and wrote about the first objects you saw.
Okay, that line there? Bit out of place. Rather funny, actually. But distracting. Try a different analogy.
"Bent out of shape like those pencils made of rubber." Yeah, again, very strange analogy. And I see there is a paper one in there as well. It honestly sounds like you where looking at your desk and wrote about the first objects you saw.