keep a supply
of iodine and fresh bandages
if you make a habit
of trying to glue back together
broken people
you will cut your fingers
on their fallen hearts
as if they were
shattered wine glasses
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when life has taught you
all love ends
in pain
it becomes easy
to extinguish every flame
but not him
he’s my trick candle
he burns brighter
the more i try to blow
i have learned
to stop blustering
enjoy the party
and eat
the damned cake
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for we are many
my childhood demons
far outnumber my remaining years
i could waste a lifetime
mitigating them
i shan’t
i’ll do a few shots of holy water instead
these motherfuckers
don’t get
free rent in my head
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so much so
yes
i fear marriage
because i have been married
and it felt like death
as if the grave
was the next logical step
the end of choices
(you’re perfect, darling,
perfectly horrifying)
i crave liberty
so much so
even the illusion will do
Sunday is the day
your old ghosts,
demons,
and crushing failures
drop in
for a spot of tea.
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lamentation
the greatest sorrow
of a daughter
is surely
the madness
of her father
i have learned
through attrition
a man overly obsessed
with breasts
needs his
mother’s
to suckle
more than yours
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to spit or to swallow
the patience and wisdom
coming with age
are fast becoming
my favorite shoes to wear
.
as my own horseshit
and the shenanigans of others
become less excusable
with each passing day
every birthday candle wished upon and blown
.
there comes a point
when you’ve been told
you know better
.
repeated behaviors are either psychosis
or selfish forms of masturbation
such as the poets who write
their daily vengeance poem
scribbled in shit and crayon
on unsuspecting
psych ward facebook walls
.
god
grant me the serenity
to zip my lips when called for
.
to know when to spit
and when to swallow
.
but mostly
when to say
fuck off
dipshit
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aisle three
each time i take in a new book
a tide of awareness
sweeps my reading chair
into the knowing sea
understanding how
to better appreciate
life
death
and the placement psychology
of bright green cans of organic peas
in aisle three
we don’t often like
the answers we find
when trying to make sense of things
but i am plagued by catalysts and root causes
i want to know why everything dies
and the truth is
i didn’t know who or what
i was
when i met you
that time of life found me
in the beginning stages of opening my eyes
see
me
right now
would run screaming into the night
to get the hell away from you
because you suck at life
you suck at being in other people’s lives
and i’m not saying i don’t
turn off the fire under the pot and kettle black
i know i suck too
the difference between us is
i don’t take a sick pleasure in it
but you
with your heads mounted on walls
you sociopath
you do
you so fucking do