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Seaweed Siren
for Inna
Ships break apart
at those same, sharp rocks
and the seamen whisper to themselves -
few ever make it back
and those who do
are shaking, shivering mutes.
Among those same, sharp rocks,
a pale form lies in wait,
lazing as she does, her eyes sharp
and her teeth sharper still
her skin is muddy, seaweed
tangled in her hair, her smile
terrifying, and the skinny sailors
are her favourite
snack.
Still, some scoff,
approaching her,
why would they not
be able to harpoon her
and be done with it?
When she opens her mouth
to s c r e a m
the fight is over
before it's begun
(ears are bleeding,
limbs are shaking, frozen,
eyes are wide and frightened--)
another ship breaks apart
at those same, sharp rocks
and moving slowly, slowly, unhurried,
she goes to search
her lunch
amongst those drowning.
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the universe loves you
close your eyes,
take a breath ;
I feel I can see
meteors in your chest,
a star exploding -
your ribs expand
and collapse
open your eyes,
take a breath ;
we're here, still
I wish I could
hold your hand
but I've been
burned
and I don't feel
a thing
you whisper words,
there's galaxies
hidden in them
for those who bother
to look;
to really look
you are infinity
and I am an infinite
mess
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Self Doubt
Today my head is
out to get me;
get me good,
and get in some kicks while I'm down
for good measure.
I posed my fingers on the keys
to write about how I feel
and the result was violence
against myself.
Brutal, how I speak to myself,
brutal, bloody, a war-like tone,
"oh, honey, you're not good enough"
and "you're not worth a thing".
Today my head is
out to get me;
spitting acid and cruelty,
oh, get me out of here,
get me out.
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we are wolves to each other
I'm determined
to cry myself dry
to cry until my eyeballs
crack apart like desert sand
until my chest is too empty
to hurt
I'm determined
to not need anybody
to meet loneliness with stoic
apathy, to keep telling myself
words that have lost all
meaning
"it'll be fine"
I'm determined
to keep crying
until I've washed you out
of my system entirely;
it can be done, I'm sure
and if I have to tear myself
up and apart first
then so be it
then so fucking be it
let me destroy myself
to destroy the hold you have over me;
the greatest betrayal is
when you give someone
power to hurt you -
to really hurt you, to twist the knife
six times without touching you -
and they use it
they use it
watching as blood blubbers
between your lip
I'm determined
to never tell you
just how much this hurt me
just how much you hurt me
I gave you this power;
I shouldn't have
I'm determined
to fake a smile
while you walk out
of my life; I owe you thanks
for showing me how little
we mean to you
I'm determined
to ne
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Leyla
she's a vampire -
all pale
cannot stand the sun
and I am pretty sure,
that if you would stake her through the heart
she would die -
so, vampire, definitely
as far as vampires go, though -
you should never judge
a monster by it's teeth,
you know?
it's not polite
and as far as vampires go
with their terrible teeth
    (I'm sorry, but it's true!)
well, she's quite simply the loveliest vampire
I've ever seen!
she is warm to the touch;
warmer than you'd expect, what with
how pale and
    mostly dead
she is,
and gives the best vampire hugs in town
but one thing above all,
forget about the virgins and unicorns
I know something better,
I know the best
and it is when this one vampire
- no, when Leyla -
when Leyla laughs
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8 months
it's been eight months
that I've been swimming
in a sea of things left unsaid
and darling, you left a knife
in my chest -
would you like it back?
step right forward and collect it
if you dare
yes, of course, I know
it was an accident, you didn't mean to,
you are simply human and humans
make monstrous mistakes
all the time,
yes, of course, I know
it's been eight months
and you're still in my head
how dare you? who gave you the right?
and where, pray tell, is this month's rent?
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touch me, and go.
i.
meeting you was
meeting someone speaking my language;
you had a joke on your tongue and I wore
the accompanying smile on my lips;
I fell hard and fast,
and you didn't
catch me
you liked me but you didn't,
like that,
you liked me but it wasn't meant to be -
you didn't mean to -
meeting you was
a disappointment
ii.
"you can tell, when someone wants to take care of you"
I still wonder
what that meant
did it mean anything?
did you want to
take care of me?
I suppose I gambled my chance at that
away
I suppose I do not understand you,
thinking back
iii.
I thought people reminding one
of infantile canines
only happened in fiction
but there you were;
excited, stumbling over your own feet, fun,
and -
"ich mag dich"
- I thought there could've been something,
a flower bud,
something not-quite blooming but
with the potential to
be beautiful
but apparently
not
there's only so many ways
you can read
"I didn't want to lead you on"
iv.
people come
they touch me
they go -
it hurts more, or les
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stop and go
life moves on,
I watch it
go
breathe in, breathe out
life moves on,
and I pause
to follow
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grieve for your former love
I fell in love with a boy
who adored me, madly-deeply-truly
but he was so afraid of happiness
that he locked me out
on a cold winter's night
("it's for the best," he said,
and my fingers were clammy-cold,
my eyes itching, my throat sore,
if sadness is a little bit like dying
then I met death that night)
these days my heart is a jigsaw puzzle
and I'm still sorting out the pieces;
but no, I'm not angry right now -
you couldn't risk happiness
(I don't understand it at all
but I understand
you pushed me away
only so you'd never feel the pain
of losing me)
happiness terrifies you,
so you chose misery
and misery turned the key
to the lock of your heart
there's no space for me there;
I'm outside, and I am cold
but I'll rekindle a fire, sooner
or later, I'll find my step again,
I'll dance until sad songs don't
make me wanna cry
I'm lost, I'm Dorothy,
this isn't Kansas anymore
and you say you're missing
your heart your brain your courage
(you're an idiot, but you have a brain;
you said no to lo
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you swallowed me whole
you're everything
a black hole consuming my heart
(my life, my universe)
you're the blood under my fingernails
the dirt and tears I rub out of my eyes
you're a black hole
swallowing my star
you were everything
and could've been
so much more
you're nothing
but regret
to me
now
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I'll be fine (monsters in my head)
i. anxiety
my field of vision narrows down
while the world around me grows big and bigger
I am a tiny particle on a giant's playground;
I forget to breathe
ii. stress
another deadline hits me in the face;
I cannot stop my nose from bleeding,
and I do not have the time, there is no time,
never any goddamn time--
iii. loneliness
why is nobody helping me? you could
just be here; breathe; be present - if only
I wasn't alone, this would be easier, if only
I could talk to someone, if only
iv. fight
look the monsters straight in the eye;
face discomfort, your fears and insecurities
the longer you look, the smaller they become
let go, and so will they, breathe, breathe
I'll be fine
I can do this, I'll be fine
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1st of February (Wednesday)
3 days ago, the following phrase
had me choked up and in tears:
"Everything is as it should be."
My subconscious had been wailing at me for weeks, I think.
But that day, I listened for the first time -
everything wasn't as it should be.
You were not around;
hardly talking to me;
you had time and energy for others, though -
busyness and mental health started looking like excuses.
I guess I knew what would happen; but I'm an optimist, my dear.
Before you made me sob my heart out,
I never once let go of hope.
2 days ago, I asked you to talk about us. I told you I needed clarity - about us.
Clarity is not what you gave me.
You gave me an inventory of your pain, and cited it as a reason
for you being momentarily incapable of love.
You told me that I could never help you; that you
HAVE TO DO THIS BY YOURSELF.
You told me that you couldn't handle even thinking of love. That you weren't ready.
           
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the bard sings of the mean queen
You saw right, I am a mean queen,
a true heartbreaking machine -
but you understand no thing;
I'll have my tortures teach you a song to sing.
Pain you know and pain you cause
and from the ashes, not a phoenix rose,
but a hellhound; my anger's metaphors
hiding in your kitchen's shadows.
I will hunt you down, I will have you on your knees
listen to you beg for sweet, sweet release -
but you burned me love, you deserve these tears
you deserve counting your regrets until your voice disappears.
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sadness is a sepia filter
the color filters out of the world
after you bleed out;
but I can see it on my hands,
shaking, covered in it
what you did to me is red
you fell for me;
my heart was freshly mended
and you made it bloom
like a deep burgundy aster
but then you saw the world in red
all the pretty words in the world
did not reach you; you've big teeth
and think this means you gotta be
the lone wolf;
your maw, dripping red
there was nothing I could do;
you self-destructed, and I stood
way too close, shrapnel in my chest,
my hands, they're shaking, covered in it
through my tears, the world turned sepia
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pattern
I notice;
whenever it gets hard
I forget to breathe,
and I tremble,
I know you'll spit me out
and I'll be on fire.
I notice;
every time I shatter
I can see it coming,
and am helpless
to avoid it -
an explosion I cannot sidestep,
a heat seeking missile
locked on my chest.
I notice;
every time it feels
inevitable; now,
the flames lick
already at my heels;
I see it without feeling.
I notice;
whenever my heart breaks,
I hit the killswitch myself;
but you all are to blame,
all those times I met Eros -
and what did you do, my loves?
you put the grenade in my hand,
and yes, I pull the ring ignitor;
and I go up in smoke
but really you should
hack your lungs out
watching me.
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(I have had a shitty night)
what do you do
when your moon and stars
decides they are your poison
what can you do
and what, oh, what
do you feel?
" if you are
the poison in my wine;
I'll stain my lips with it
to get a kiss. "
" don't. "
hold on, dig in your claws;
you know this won't be easy
but we're strong (right?)
we can do this (please)
we will hold on --
but it hurts
" everyone gets hurt
when they care too much
about me. "
" so you're hurting me now? "
who's the cure and what's the poison -
you'd rather throw me out now
than suffer the heartache
that comes after happiness
" I'm sorry doesn't fix
the way you told me
to break my own heart. "I've tried to hold on;
but you'd already decided for me,
haven't you?
you've decided
long before
" My mistake;
I didn't expect you
to throw me away
that easily. "going, going, g o n e
you make me
want to break my fist
on a wall
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Bohemia
So, I'm lost again in Bohemia
with my French cuffs
              still dragging
                   through the wine;
but they say my slippers
                        are quite elegant,
a statement in
            Italian leather
(or a letter from my lover)
and I smoke a gold tipped
cigar
like
   a duchess
            or a greedy centipede -
my hands all gesturing at
once,
sucking conversation from the thieves and courtesans
                                                  drowning
in my bed.
I was once a painting -
something borrowed from Gainsborough
                           
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Lilium
To the wilting lilies on my kitchen counter:
I am reluctant to throw you out.
You bloomed within a day. Well, some of you. I snipped off your blood orange anthers with the kitchen shears, coating my fingertips with pollen before it could dust the slate and stain my clothes. Hand jobs are always easier to clean up.
I forgot to water you once. I'm sorry.
In the mornings I plucked chlorophyll-starved leaves from the countertop and tossed them in the rubbish bin. Your support system fell one by one, even as you still grew and opened up to the world.
Your petals began to turn limp and brown. I cut away the flowers that were no longer beautiful, but insisted the rest were good enough to keep – until they dropped off in pink clumps, leaving bare stigma behind.
There is not much left of you anymore. I putter over a few unopened bulbs among foreign greenery I can't name: small fading leaves and rubbery green leaves with velvet underbellies.
Still, I am reluctant to throw you out.
You are
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Sang der Stumme Spielmann
Meine Liebe, lebe leise
lebe lang und lebe gut
und an dieser stillen Weise
verlier nur niemals deinen Mut
Ach, welch Fest und welche Feier
haben wir noch nicht gesehn
Spielten stets die stille Leier
mussten ärmer wieder gehn
Meine Liebe, lebe leise
lebe gut und lebe lang
und mit dieser stillen Weise
trug ich einst mein Herz dir an
Ach, wir spielten immer wieder
leiser konnten wir nicht sein
und für tausend stille Lieder
wurd ich ihrs und sie ward mein
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Hot-blooded.
We are the renegades of poetry, effigies
blazing comet-like with diamond teeth and
pearl eyes;
(Honey you’re 14 carats of
perfection.)
We are burning bones in firecracker paper,
we are serving gods dressed as men in
diners, praying to men dressed as gods for
dinner;
There are threads, free-verse and free-veined
and cobwebbed from our fingers to our words;
There are memories scratching under our skin,
tattoos glowing under the uv lights, turn me
inside out and you will find a masterpiece.
You could crush cities under your boots and I
stand as a dam, holding back a deluge of rain
pour flood waters. We are stomping through
civilisations on opposite sides of the earth and I can
almost hear your footsteps in the tremors of moths’
wings (Honey distance is a state of mind);
And I know these words don’t fit in my skull
quite yet, but your language is blossoming in
the concrete cracks between my metropolis
sky-scraping ball-and-socket joints, are feeding
off my marrow and we a
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Bitlets 371
When adults were little they
didn't need warning labels
because they weren't morons,
I'm told.
Those very same adults
did an outstanding job
raising morons then.
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Weekly Round Up
This Week's Features
:star: How to Panic, Exactly (1) by bruxing
It was only a matter of time before Leah slit someone’s throat, or so my neighbors would always say. They were the kind of old folks that farmed garden gnomes indoors and I never looked much into their opinions.
With the first sentence, you're pulled into the story.  The dialogue is natural, the characters have personality and the story will keep your attention til the end.
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Wanted: Heart Transplant
 by miserabel

My heart --
it doesn't suit me anymore.

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Today's Headlines From The News Desk 3-31-15


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Today’s Headlines From The News DeskMarch 31, 2015
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New ‘Mad Max’ Trailer
Warner Bros. has released the first full trailer for Mad Max: Fury Road and this movie just keeps looking better and better. The costumes, sets, cars, and explosions are all looking top-notch in this trailer, which illuminates a little bit of the film’s plot. The movie will be released in May.
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Greenwich Mean Time is a liar
In the mornings, while I yawn and
pour cereal singing into a bowl, you
yawn and turn in bed, the evening
settling like snowfall, thick and heavy
outside your window. Here the sun rises,
there it sets, we exist at opposite ends
of the days, sending our postcard promises
with the cycle of the moon. In the afternoons
I walk along the beach and the tides pool in
with your slumbering sighs, like the oceans
are your lungs, filling and deflating with a
white-wash rumble. The birds chorus the dawn
and the gulls hang suspended in a waning day
and I think of the clattering wind-chimes behind me
as your cereal hitting the bowl, the odd piece
scattered on the countertop, your bleary eyes
never noticing. In the evenings, I push the sun
down below the mountains, to sit high up in your
cerulean skies, you pack up the stars and mail them
to me, and they pinprick the dusk as if you threw them
up like confetti. You glance at the time zones on your
phone, and wish me goodnight as I wish you a good day
an
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Pandora's Crack
I breathed in a little dose(s)
of caster sugar and cocoa dust
before I leaped
I dove in ear-deep
to castrate this soured identity
    "Who I am"
will no longer associate itself
with the
    "was" and      "had been"
of
       "me"
The rust that ran through my shackle
could not wear my ankle bones
nor the wings tucked in between
I licked off my salt-covered wounds
-all that once burned me, cured you
This time
I will be my own
salve and salvation
This time I aim to am
sparkle,
swimming through
the moons of mighty Neptune
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Super Feature for October 18th, 2014
Super Feature 

 for October 18th, 2014

Theme: The Different Faces of Death
The Super Feature is an article that features a few select pieces from a handful of writers. 
Be sure to check out the rest of the short stories and/or poetry in their galleries!
You can show your support by +favloveing this News Article. 
Please comment and +fav the features and congratulate the artists!
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miserabel
Death experienced in the realms of human imagination
  
Tangled-Tales
The idea of death interconnected with innocence and childhood
 
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static sprinkles
yesterday
i got out of bed and coated my eyelashes in black paint
and took off the paint with a wet wipe
and went back to bed.
some other things happened in between.
every day
i wear a secret, in a locket
on a cold chain against my chest
except the locket is a sharp dagger
and your fingernails will bleed if you try to pry it open.
some day
the world will be full of distinctive shapes again
and I will love star flecked skies, and freckles,
and powder chocolate cappuccino dustings
once more.
that day
i won’t be scared of the sky swallowing me up
or scrub my freckles raw and curse them like pin pricks
or cry at the extra indulgence of chocolate dots
that i feel i don’t deserve.
(i need fairy dust)
another day
the locket will loosen, spilling out grey ashes
that dull and fade in the shadow
of such hopeful twinkles, warm sweetnesses,
and tiny skin kisses
of a body learning to love itself.
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to the boy who doesn't plan on leaving
how much of me can you swallow, love
before you finally purge?
I am a cartographer of bad
experiences; I can locate
precisely where I see our divergence
extraordinaire and I can tell you
before I have even met you
that the skin on my hands is too
dry for the softness you plan
on caressing me with.
let me tell you how this ends;
I will show you all the people
I have destroyed - flooded
to the best of my ignorance,
driven wild with jealousy,
had whipped with lust and left
smoking pot after four
promises stating otherwise.
let me tell you how this ends;
after showing you the blessed
catastrophe it is to be human,
you will destroy me. you may not mean much
but god, my heart
will make sure
you do.
I never miss people who leave.
I miss the ones I walk away from
with guilt tainting my forlorn
swagger so
how much of me will you swallow
before you finally purge, love?
a girl once called me her home
until she saw just how much
bigger I am on the inside
and it took her
a day and some minutes
to r
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aga-gay
do you ever
just get the feeling
that you're
the only one
in the room
who knows
what love is?
because
sometimes
i feel a pain in my chest
and faces pop into
my head
and witty statements
and funny moments
and good things
and bad things
and a bunch of
other things
and all that.
like the time you said
romantic homosexual affairs between one man and another
and just made it into
love.
or like the time you took
my hand in front of Mr. Feeney's
Orthodox Methods for Life club
and just whispered
we're all right.
do you ever
just get the feeling
that you're
the only one
in the room
who knows
what that meant?
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this is a warning.
i.
The first thing you need
to know about people is this:
we're shitty.
ii.
If you cut off our head,
we will grow two in its place.
We will divide and conquer
until there's nothing left
but tiny gaping mouths,
clacking and salivating
at the crumbs of an empire.
iii.
They tell me hurt is like
a paper cut:
quick and forgotten,
forgotten.
They're wrong.
Hurt is the first step
off a balcony,
the first gasp
in a chain reaction
screaming from the railing
to beyond the pavement.
When I finally hit the ground,
I looked up and saw my halo
dangling from the edge,
dented.
iv.
We cycle.
He said, she said,
I wanted, he lost, she won,
I ruined this, I broke your heart,
he left me,
I miss you.
This is nothing new.
Your tragedy is always
someone else's.
Tell me,
what's it like to realize
every slash on your soul
has an identical twin?
What's it like to know
you're going to die
the same way everyone does:
scared and alone?
v.
We are disposable.
The hydra g
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Spreading Love and Another Feature
Hey guys, it's me again. School's going well, nothing really new to report besides I'm averaging a perfect score in my Composition II class and the grades in all of my other classes are As as well. So you won't hear me complaining about that. Life has been okay, it could be better, could be worse, but I have my core that I know I can lean on. I really don't have much to report on myself anymore besides just being really tired and emotionally and mentally drained. But I shall love till I can't anymore and when I can't; I'll be crumpled in a field, my body wasting away as my soul walks somewhere...
As far as deviantART goes, I've gone through all of my messages that have piled up in the last month which explains the fave bombs the lot of you received, but I'm happy to have caught up on all of y'all's wonderful works. I've missed so many words and stories, but I'm glad to be back in the thick of reading. School takes a lot of my will to read but I just gotta be more diligent, that's all.
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for Inna

Ships break apart
at those same, sharp rocks
and the seamen whisper to themselves -

few ever make it back
and those who do
are shaking, shivering mutes.

Among those same, sharp rocks,
a pale form lies in wait,
lazing as she does, her eyes sharp
and her teeth sharper still

her skin is muddy, seaweed
tangled in her hair, her smile
terrifying, and the skinny sailors

are her favourite
snack.

Still, some scoff,
approaching her,
why would they not
be able to harpoon her
and be done with it?

When she opens her mouth
to s c r e a m

the fight is over
before it's begun

(ears are bleeding,
limbs are shaking, frozen,
eyes are wide and frightened--)

another ship breaks apart
at those same, sharp rocks
and moving slowly, slowly, unhurried,
she goes to search
her lunch
amongst those drowning.
Seaweed Siren
Requested: "write me a creepy poem."

Another kind of Valentine's Day gift.

Also submitting to the Live-Love-Write writing prompt of February: voice. Featuring (a) voice as a weapon!
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close your eyes,
take a breath ;

I feel I can see
meteors in your chest,
a star exploding -
your ribs expand
and collapse

open your eyes,
take a breath ;

we're here, still
I wish I could
hold your hand
but I've been
burned

and I don't feel
a thing

you whisper words,
there's galaxies
hidden in them
for those who bother
to look;

to really look

you are infinity
and I am an infinite
mess
the universe loves you
Some days, you just want to fling your heart into the sun.

Some days, you think the sun loves you right back for it.
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Today my head is
out to get me;
get me good,
and get in some kicks while I'm down
for good measure.

I posed my fingers on the keys
to write about how I feel
and the result was violence
against myself.

Brutal, how I speak to myself,
brutal, bloody, a war-like tone,
"oh, honey, you're not good enough"
and "you're not worth a thing".

Today my head is
out to get me;
spitting acid and cruelty,
oh, get me out of here,
get me out.
Self Doubt
When you beat yourself up until your eyes start crossing and it's past 1 am. I'm really, really tired.
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I'm determined
to cry myself dry
to cry until my eyeballs
crack apart like desert sand
until my chest is too empty
to hurt

I'm determined
to not need anybody
to meet loneliness with stoic
apathy, to keep telling myself
words that have lost all
meaning

"it'll be fine"

I'm determined
to keep crying
until I've washed you out
of my system entirely;
it can be done, I'm sure
and if I have to tear myself
up and apart first
then so be it

then so fucking be it

let me destroy myself
to destroy the hold you have over me;
the greatest betrayal is
when you give someone
power to hurt you -
to really hurt you, to twist the knife
six times without touching you -
and they use it

they use it
watching as blood blubbers
between your lip

I'm determined
to never tell you
just how much this hurt me
just how much you hurt me
I gave you this power;
I shouldn't have

I'm determined
to fake a smile
while you walk out
of my life; I owe you thanks
for showing me how little
we mean to you

I'm determined
to never give you
any power
again
we are wolves to each other
You trusted someone? I bet you feel really stupid right now.
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Thank you so much for the llama (Please accept this llama and watch in return) Hatsune Miku-06 (Smile) 
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