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Your laughter, soft and gentle, tasted like strawberries, eaten on a plaid blanket in a sunlit field. I felt your sadness as if dipping a finger into the surface of a freezing lake, longing to be its evaporation.
By Poppy about a year ago in Poets
My mind is a fish hook, constantly grappling for purchase on any remnant of self-worth. But what about the boy who I revolved around for a lifetime? The one who chose every smile over mine?
It was 11:36pm. We were hidden away in a camper van in the middle of nowhere. I handed you confessions and you said, "I'll always be here."
Swore that would be the last time I let you take a scalpel to my brain, said: I will never speak to you again Lies are your first language, manipulation your second
So here is the blood filling my mouth I screamed and screamed in all the ways you did not hear Let them cut out my tongue
Say our bones are not broken (I can clearly see the cracks) Lie about who the blood belongs to (Every one of us knows who’s to blame)
Hey Vocalites, welcome back to the fourth last Poppy's Prompts of the year! Thanks for so many entries on the last one <3 The Rules:
By Poppy about a year ago in Writers
Shoulders bowing under the weight of your absence It’s not words I miss, it’s yours Love me, then lose me, then leave me
So you hold your 'flight' instinct In a tightly closed fist Let's all pretend this is for the best Even when I carried your worst and
Shaken by the sound of my own voice I could be hung by judgment Lynched by shame Everyone is flying but my wings are clipped
Should I say the words even if I know you won't hear them? Lost my belief in love because all you could do was hate Everything you've done is buried in my lungs
still my chest aches invigorated by the moments when I bottled your laughter lying here, terrified of forgetting even more scared of remembering
