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You make me feel like burning houses,
bruised legs from barely-finished basketball games,
all the soccer-ball-concussions that made my teeth feel like they were filled with the opposite of Novocain—
you are a motherfucking explosion of those sparks at the end of a cigarette,
I can never avoid the end, fingertips grazing hot ashes
you used to tell me stories about how I’d wake up at the slightest sound
you’d crawl out of my room so quietly
now it feels like I have to crawl into your life too quietly.
I was not created to be silent-
I think that some days you forget that I have the right to be
splashed paint all over sweatpants, the sweat soaking my shirt after a good run,
microphones dropped and blaring, I am good and whole and constantly recreated,
there is no such thing as whispering
people are not secrets, we were not born to be hidden away like so many piles of dirty socks when your grandparents visit,
no, you do not understand the amount of force with which my identity holds me,
I am not the background noise that the audiologists struggle to delete from hearing aids,
hell, I am not the hearing aid, I am the electricity that powers them,
I am all of the thunderstorms that wake you up at night:
You do not understand the meaning of what it is like to be told to shrink
when there is already no space for you,
you do not understand what it is like to be meant to be the rain but trapped inside a barrel,
there is no such thing as fear of being hurt for you,
the police are your friends and not potential rapists,
and laws bend gravity for you to be able to walk among the stars.
I’ve been trying to tell you,
I belong up there too.
Please let me go with you.
bruised legs from barely-finished basketball games,
all the soccer-ball-concussions that made my teeth feel like they were filled with the opposite of Novocain—
you are a motherfucking explosion of those sparks at the end of a cigarette,
I can never avoid the end, fingertips grazing hot ashes
you used to tell me stories about how I’d wake up at the slightest sound
you’d crawl out of my room so quietly
now it feels like I have to crawl into your life too quietly.
I was not created to be silent-
I think that some days you forget that I have the right to be
splashed paint all over sweatpants, the sweat soaking my shirt after a good run,
microphones dropped and blaring, I am good and whole and constantly recreated,
there is no such thing as whispering
people are not secrets, we were not born to be hidden away like so many piles of dirty socks when your grandparents visit,
no, you do not understand the amount of force with which my identity holds me,
I am not the background noise that the audiologists struggle to delete from hearing aids,
hell, I am not the hearing aid, I am the electricity that powers them,
I am all of the thunderstorms that wake you up at night:
You do not understand the meaning of what it is like to be told to shrink
when there is already no space for you,
you do not understand what it is like to be meant to be the rain but trapped inside a barrel,
there is no such thing as fear of being hurt for you,
the police are your friends and not potential rapists,
and laws bend gravity for you to be able to walk among the stars.
I’ve been trying to tell you,
I belong up there too.
Please let me go with you.
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Looking
I'm looking for somebody
That I can call my other half
He doesn't need to have muscular calves,
Or a chiselled jawline with cheekbones so dreamy
As long as he is pleasant to my eyes
Looks good wearing glasses or without it
Has good manners, won't resort to telling me white lies
I will love him whole, from his hard edges to his cuddly bits.
I'm looking for someone, my bene elim
Who I can dedicate the song "Somebody" by Depeche Mode
Martin Gore had sung all that I want to say to him
But still I wrote this because I'm in love & am plain bored
He will be my rock and my pillow
And I will share to him what makes me mellow
I will tell him about my
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Once upon a time
I reached for the stars
And tried to climb
The sun's golden bars
But those rays of light
Cut short my flight
I reached for the stars
And fell from the sky
My hopes now scars
I can't justify
To myself alone
I am she who has flown
I tried to climb
Like Icarus the son
Melted wax come noontime
With nothing won
No promises made
No trophies gained
The sun's golden bars
Whose sentinels maintained
The ghosts of Mars
Those who remain
Close to my heart
Forever apart
The rays of light
Have faded away
The moon now night
Where the world decays
And I'm still fading
The sun never staying
Cut short my flight
Left behind it all
I try to
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you'll never go away
I feel betrayed.
I feel put down.
And I feel burnt out.
I harbor many doubts.
About you, and about myself
Only here would I dare let them out.
I hate you !
Or at least... I want to.
After you abandoned me for a seeded life,
When I was still only a sprout.
...But that is not why I am angry.
I loved you.
Every screaming inch
Every bellowing note you sprang
I stood by in your favor
And then
I didnt
I hate you!
Or at least I should
When you beckoned me t
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this is perfect.