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A Poem by Stephanie
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An old high school poem I touched up a bit.

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It’s all the same, just different faces.

Same feeling, 

I take the weighting pressure of your body,

the sick familiar comfort 

of your presence bruising my skin;


same statements, same questions, 

You're beautiful,

How much did you drink tonight?

Come over, baby.


same motions,

Once or twice your hands glide heavily around me,

curiously and hesitantly,

Questioning the territory it’s knowingly going to

f**k.


same

nothing.


Brown eyes or blue eyes

the routine never changes.

easily looking past mine as I struggle to make meaning

out of yours.

Your eyes 

make me such a pretty picture

pretty enough to 

f**k





warmth coming

on warmth

fear’s war against decision

the answer is always the same, 

you,

whoever you are, you always win.


I repeat my past as your power forces its way inside me the

banging and the

slamming and the

pushing and the shoving

against sides used for any dick that needs a relief


i'm crying, 

as You don't care what my name is

i'm crying,

as You don't care

what hole you're dick's in.

i'm crying

I cover with fake moans I play

for you.


My tongue takes in disgust, your need and your disparity.

Our sweating scents follow our violent collision smothering the air’s silenced sin.

Exiting my body, you pay your dues

by leaving

and I stay.


It's a talent

a skill


What a beautiful life I live,

I've learned to fall in love with lies.

© 2012 Stephanie


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mhhh.sorry.
nice poem.

Posted 12 Years Ago


Like the effects of a broken bottle over the head. You nailed it.

Posted 12 Years Ago



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Added on April 19, 2012
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Stephanie
Stephanie

New Brunswick, NJ



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20 year old college student at Rutgers University. Survivor of self-hate, self-harm, old lover of drug abuse, present in recovery, trying to turn my struggles into strength for others. Writing is my t.. more..

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