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planter
She told me I planted myself in her heart but I wonder what she'd say if I told her I just wanted to get rid of myself (like the foul weed that I am.) -a.d.r.
checkmate
You could have killed me in three hundred billion ways but instead you chose two-- you told me that you loved me and then you took it back, and the only thing I was left with was the carving you inscribed on my right thigh (right underneath your name) that said 'checkmate.' -a.d.r.
checkmate
You could have killed me in three billion ways but instead you chose two -- you told me that you loved me and then you took it back and the only thing I was left with is the carving you left me with on my right thigh (right underneath your name) that said checkmate. -a.d.r.
café
I'm tired of staring out the window from an empty café, it's worse than being trapped underneath my own skin, because at least the people outside are happy. -a.d.r.
magenta
Suppose my blood was magenta and yours still a deep red, how different would that make us? Would you still shy your eyes away from mine, and would you still let me go? (I don't think I'm human either.) -a.d.r.
punished
I was beaten and bloody and bruised but not on the surface; my heart was shattered and my lungs were deflated, my bones were broken and I was bleeding a story down onto paper into a letter that would never be read. -a.d.r.
plague
You filled me in with a pen full of my own blood and licked my ribs dry of any poison you could have left behind and I wish I would have known that you were a plague because now I'm left with you. -a.d.r.
destined
I swear I was destined to look at you with your small pink lips and your tiny nose and your beautiful almond eyes but I don't think it was destined for us to end up this way or for you to die the way you are (I know it's a work in progress but you can't leave me yet) and it certainly wasn't destined for me to take my life before the sand stops falling in the hourglass you turned for me when I said "recovery." -a.d.r.
calamity
They told to me to write a poem based on the word calamity and immediately my mind rushed back to the day you held a knife to my throat and kerosene washed down the walls (you didn't stop until the sirens sounded.) -a.d.r.
blasted
The music pounded (blasted, really) and I moved slowly to the beat and you told me I wasn't doing it right (you were drunk) and I kept holding back the tears and you kept drinking and it wasn't my fault it wasn't my fault (it was all my fault.) -a.d.r.