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MysteryGirl
02-07-2014, 10:51 PM
You were a child then
No one ever changed
our winters with
little thrills to make
my fingertips
tremble.

Only You
If I told you
my cum was made
of strawberry ice cream
would you bend over
backwards
for a taste
of love?

Brianna
You held the door
open for me, so I
could exit your
life.
And they say
chivalry is dead.

Echoes of California
I’m sorry that no one told you
that this world is cold and cruel
and there are few people
willing to hold
your hand through it
so, some days,
you have to hold your own.

Simple Pleasures
I’m reaching out and falling forwards
for someone who helps me breathe.

Little Sister
I’m not sure how
but you always had a way
of saying things
with your mouth that I
could never figure out
in my head,
but truly meant
in my heart.

I love you
Push your knuckles deep inside my
borderline.
It’s not enough to have your breath
shaking.
Say it again. One more time. With less
tension.

Lean in for a secret
The truth is, no one is going to appreciate art
unless they can relate
So, go easy on the words
and go hard on your heart.

In the backseat
Life moves.
So, when we were little
We looked outside our windows
and out of the windshield,
We readied ourselves.
For everything speeding
past
when someone else’s hands
were on the wheel.

Let me in
Anger shakes
the ice inside of me.
Threatens to break
everything I’ve worked up
in the last five years.
It threatens to open me up
and expose the truth
for what it really is;
and always was.
It tells me that there’s a devil inside,
warm and inviting,
knocking on the door of my heart.

Pistol Whipped
I’m not man enough to be human,
so I’ve been hiding behind this mask made
of black and white feathers and when people
assume that I’m different, I’m glad.
Because I don’t think I could own up
to a race so contradictory as yours.
I don’t think I could believe
in angels
and devils
and friends in your backseat
and gossip magazines.
I don’t think I could believe
in a God
or a Satan.
Or myself.

MysteryGirl
04-07-2014, 04:04 AM
I can say it, but can you?
Write me something that I can

inject into my veins. So thin—

that it pours out of my mouth

and

leaks through my fingertips.

MysteryGirl
04-07-2014, 04:05 AM
Marina

She went off to California and I
assume her body moved, with
or without me. Just that I’d only
secretly convinced myself that
it wouldn’t contort in all those
beautiful ways, that her finger
tips wouldn’t meet the base
of her lips and move, slowly
like a goddamn caress, just
because she’s thinking. I
just think if I could move,
a little like that, interesting
ly slow, I could move on.

MysteryGirl
04-07-2014, 04:05 AM
Lindsay/Lipstick

Let your breath move against me, push
against me on some foggy morning. Let
your lips be like razor blades so every kiss,
a sacrifice of love bleeding bright, bright
red and I remember her shade.

MysteryGirl
04-07-2014, 04:08 AM
Self exile
I want to be as free
as the single breaths
that leave your chapped
lips whenever you inhale
after you climax.

Fairytale
Once upon a time, I sat
outside of your bedroom
window just to listen to
your breathing. I couldn’t
think of a better place to
be. It sounded like over
fifteen angels came down
from heaven to release
from your lips as you opened
and closed them slowly, I
realized that this is what you
needed to keep doing
whatever you’re doing out
there in california. I realized
that I need your breath
more than you do.

sink or swim
With broken legs, I sink to
the bottom of everything you
taught me and I’m suddenly
left with a handful of sand
in an endless expansion
of an ocean that I never
learned how to swim
in.


Goodbye
I’d jump from this building
with her lips still hanging
from my fingertips. I’d
land on the nearest vehicle
and slam into the hearts of
two people who were just
passing by.

My cancer
Work me up until I’m
in a clear, fine lined
rage. Then simmer
me down with a couple
bottles of Jack and treat
me like I’m a princess.
Nevermind.
Honestly, if you’ll just
**** me with the lights
out and leave when it’s
over, I’ll be yours.

Slithered here from Eden
Honey, honey, honey, I kiss
your lips, familiar, in a mirror
of a reflection of who we were
before us. Slithering between
finger tips is how we got here
and we’ll just as easily, pull
out. Friends are pushing
the boundaries, what a dumb
contrived label for two idiots
in love, as us.

Grinding
I should ask him, to love me, but
he says it’s already pushing the
request that we **** to Springsteen
so I’ll keep my mouth shut.

Pretend
Lennon is my Father, Lucy
is my mother, but we don’t
make diamonds here in
the sky. We chase sunlight
so the darkness can’t find
us and if we get lucky, rays.