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the best of youtoday, i woke up, and suddenly ithe best of you
couldn't remember
the crook of your elbow,
or the crest of the tide
in your ocean eyes.
i stood at the mirror, and i couldn't see you in the dark circles bruising my skin, or the haunted tug of my lips. i looked
at my wrists
and didn't think of you.
today, i took a deep breath, and for the first time,
i didn't inhale metaphors of cigarette smoke or charred-out lungs, i didn't taste addiction in my throat or the
underlying flavor of a
sunday morn
by ~KrazyKenshinGurl
my father said,"he's a good boy."my father said,
Oh, if only he could have seen the way you handcuffed me with words to your backseat,
if only he
could have touched the
dappled cherry- petaled bruises
on my chest, right
above the grove of bleeding hearts,
if only he
could have heard the way my eyes whispered no, while my lips pleaded yes, as your summer skin and calloused hands tried to make me forget,
but i could only
remember winter.
by ~KrazyKenshinGurl
Winter sleptwhile she slipped her hands into his doublet, pale fingers striping through dark velvet. She pressed her cheek to his, and almost felt warmth blossom under her frozen skin, the cracked shell she was trapped in.Winter slept
"Tell me," her searching touch said, "who is the most shattered of them all?" The mirror, mirror whispered answers from his eyes, "My dear, Wonderland runs west from inbetween but in all the gardens and groves, no empty heart can compare to our brokenness."
The green beneath her lashes sparke
by ~KrazyKenshinGurl
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your walls look too thinIt's December and I don't know which is worse- the fact that I can still feel your gasping fingers, pulling through the tangles of my mermaid hair or that my clock still shows eleven-eleven andyour walls look too thin
I am tired of wishing
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It's the week when the trees regret not wearing mittens, the lines in a permanent wrinkle on my mother's forehead and Noah's Ark is being recreated in every fucking hallway It's the time when I miss picking myself up again and again for you
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It's your birthday and I forgot. I'm cross-legged and crumpled
by ~hush-lullaby
floodby ~midnight-rain
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- Interests: writing, European castles, genetics, line dancing, photography, life in the early 1900's
- Favourite genre of music: Acoustic, Indie, Rock
- Favourite poet or writer: W. H. Auden, Emily Dickinson
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- Favourite game: Kingdom Hearts I & II, The Legend of Zelda: Twilight Princess
- Favourite gaming platform: PS2
- Personal Quote: "Sarcasm has no verbal equal."
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