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I slightly hate you
every time I see your face I throw up a little bit
just in the back of my throat
I'll be able to swallow it and put on a smile
but just know- I don't give a fuck about what you think
soon I'll be gone and it won't matter at all
capture my heart in a cage of glass
you can't ignore me, my feelings won't pass
broken promises begin to mean less
for you alone my love I'll confess
When I'm upset I bite my lip
I don't stomp my feet or shout
no visible posture changes with hands placed on hips
instead-- I clench down with almost pearly whites,
letting the anger out
and when the blood runs down my chin
I know to let go
A patterned sweater shows how voluptuous you really are
I quickly turn my head so as not to stare
But as the evening passes
And after countless tipped glasses
I get lost in you
The color of your eyes-- blue
The way you walk
Your lips as you talk
Admiration turns to lust
my mind forms images I won't discuss
I won't say a word
I'm contentedly silent
I don't fear rejection
But I have different expectations
Girls like you move fast
leaving boys like me in the past
I see the weightlessness of my words every day
as I speak they rise like a helium balloon and never reach the intended receiver's ears
to be unheard is difficult
to be ignored is unbearable
The class differential that divides relationships that could be
The perfect couple separated by the color of their father's shirt
He saw the potential, a pearl in a clam under the sea
His parents forbade it saying, "we don't associate with dirt."
The calamity endured was hardly deserved
and the pain no longer buri-able
sure as the setting sun
fears came to life
they never had a chance
champagne in my glass
joy in my heart
warm edges in my vision
cold recollection of last year
I won't do it again
To bridge the gap between my inability to write poetry would be great. :p
Your name
it clamps my insides every time I hear it
I feel unforgotten memories being regurgitated every time I remember you
I wish I could move past this.
It's to hot here
and not the kind of hot where you want to stay
overly sympathetic to burns and scars of others around you
just shut up and listen
we're not telling stories because we want your pity
we just want to share
listen--
and be silent
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