I don't love you anymore.
No, its not hate either.
I just don't know me anymore.
Fake sprained ankles have morphed
like tree-eating-slug-things blossom
into bloodsucking butterflies,
into early afternoon's glossy curls
perfectly permed and perfumed.
Long days turn into longer nights
because
I don't love you anymore.
The star-ed and blackened sky
not night but light-bulb sunrises
PAINted on white white white walls
with the magentaredpink pallet of lipsticks
named after a $14 dozen of roses:
Sheba's Double Delights
Lips-Kissed Red
Dark Wine Maroon
A dreamlike cloud-reality recreated
with happy ending fairy tales reversed
I don't know what this is.
This prince with the mustache-and-blondebrown-shaggy-hair and open arms
holding dreams.and.happiness.and.themoon.and.....me.
but.
I don't know me anymore.
The murder trial interrupted by
oh really?'s mhmm's and sneezes
noses dripping, like the waterfalls that run
from the heart pierced with bullets,
allergic to the the aroma of the love-and-beauty
deceptioning potions being brewed by the masked witch
running the show with her tinyrocks hammer.
The ace of hearts runs in brandishing a flaming torch
to ignite the sheepdog-haired prince and the dream,
thatisawishmyheartmadewhenitwasfastaslee p,
the only time of peace that turned into feeling like
lemon juice smashed into cat scratches.
Maybe that is what i hate.
But that was me. I was the ace of hearts
who ran in and ruined everything, while trying to save myself.
The one whose warning signal made shards of glass
fallllllllll
from
the
sky
and invisibly shredded my world.
I dont love you still.
No, its not hate morever.
I am dont trying to know me.














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thank you tho for the fav too :]
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"Cause you can't just throw away a painting just because one part is bad. You just wait till it dries and paint over it."
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"I really think everyone should have watercolors, magnetic poetry and a harmonica."
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*Self-InjuryClub
but I like it(: you're a really good writer, S. This sounds like you were typing out loud(;
And I like how it all goes into one main idea, although you might want to make the subscript on the last stanza like this:
I dont love you still. <\3
No, its not hate <morever.
I am not trying to know me.
British mystery on pbs...? I've never heard ofsuch a thing
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its the little things like picking blackberries and making smoothies full of seeds that make me love the days of summer.
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its the little things like picking blackberries and making smoothies full of seeds that make me love the days of summer.
i'm glad you like it. but im not a really good writer mcat. I was typing outloud. for about 2 hours. not to mention when the browser refreshed in the middle. it was better before it refreshed.
it has one main idea?!? news to me.
the last stanza- you're supposed to get out of the subscriptness is: I do love you, I hate me, and , I am trying to know me.
idk. i was trying but i dont like alot of it in sub so whatever. its like that.
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"Cause you can't just throw away a painting just because one part is bad. You just wait till it dries and paint over it."
___________
"I really think everyone should have watercolors, magnetic poetry and a harmonica."
___________
*Self-InjuryClub
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its the little things like picking blackberries and making smoothies full of seeds that make me love the days of summer.
and yes. there was an old lady murder mystery detective from pbs. who majorly influenced my writing.
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"Cause you can't just throw away a painting just because one part is bad. You just wait till it dries and paint over it."
___________
"I really think everyone should have watercolors, magnetic poetry and a harmonica."
___________
*Self-InjuryClub
did you see the BUTTER! explanation? >> [link] <<
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"Cause you can't just throw away a painting just because one part is bad. You just wait till it dries and paint over it."
___________
"I really think everyone should have watercolors, magnetic poetry and a harmonica."
___________
*Self-InjuryClub
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its the little things like picking blackberries and making smoothies full of seeds that make me love the days of summer.
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its the little things like picking blackberries and making smoothies full of seeds that make me love the days of summer.
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