i’m pulling from the veins
where blood runs thickest
show me how to hold onto the reigns
instead of watching them trail behind me
alone in myself
has left on my heart
i need to be saved
the thoughts within
the hate that lurks
the love that drowns
the sense of life in whelming proximity
the entire magnanimity
a word, a bird
of hope inside
it flies with lies inside my pride
Where is the love?
not me, not i,
although i try
it bores me
i wish i were free
the words evolve
Don’t fuse don’t mix, please, please
A thought can lie
as it passes you by.
The door it creaks underneath my feet
i laugh, i cry, i nearly lost it
the hunch, not lunch– it never survives
my likes, my dislikes, my all
till next time, the best time, when fear comes to call
if i try harder if i find i can’t barter
i never was too good at shopping.
expensive taste can hurt your face
but nobody likes a sore loser.
Aha, she gets it–her pillow confessed it
I’ll hold on until it can die.
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That’s really cool, Molly. It wraps you up in each word. It leaves you wondering whether or not “Aha, she gets it” refers to you or not. Very beautiful.
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