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Addressed To SomeoneA Poem by Wasteofpaint666To whoever loves me next,I’m sorry if I’m afraid of youor if days of flirting turn toradio silence, without warning.I’m sorry if I m.. |
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I'm Trying My Best To Forget This S**tA Poem by Wasteofpaint666This is where it ends and begins: I remember constellations of ink pressed into your shoulderblade, and I trace the shadows and colors with the tips o.. |
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TodayA Poem by Wasteofpaint666I am too afraid to tell my motherthings are getting bad again. Thereis sadness and it grabs me by the shouldersand shakes me to the core like amagic e.. |
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Grovel In Your MouthA Poem by Wasteofpaint666How someone comes into your lifeand you have to brace for their impact.They push down hard, harder onthe accelerator and you’re speedingdownhill.. |
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Seven Steps To Still Loving An ExA Poem by Wasteofpaint666The cycle of everything is linear, like the universe spinning in a rhythmic pattern; it’s terrible and still all I know.One day, dust shivers of.. |
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Have F*****g Fun Finding Someone New To Play With ..A Poem by Wasteofpaint666Crazy. Say that word. Hold it like you hold your breath before I tilt my face away from yours and push my way out of your dented, rumbling truck. Craz.. |
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I'm Sorry I Called It LoveA Poem by Wasteofpaint666When you’re in love all you can think is“I’m in love and it’s madness it’s madness.”When the thrill is over and yo.. |
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I'ts Still About You. THANKS.A Poem by Wasteofpaint666This is how it feels to be immortalized beneath someone else’s fingertips. We are setting fire to each other, and we will burn. I will sweat you.. |
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Happy BirthdayA Poem by Wasteofpaint666Our skin is born anew every week. Seven days. We think nothing of the healing cuts fresh against our pale skin; you think nothing of the faint bruise .. |
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The Chapter I Didn't WriteA Poem by Wasteofpaint666Would you take back an ex?Would you watch one die?Would you watch one fall in love again(not with you, no, with someone new)And would you call your ne.. |
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Lying Through My TeethA Poem by Wasteofpaint666I haven’t properly articulated what I’m terrified of, but I’m terrified that I’m going to spend my entire life terrified of th.. |
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Something ComfortingA Poem by Wasteofpaint666You think nothing can compare to his hands,that in a few decades you’ll still wishfor the time he drove you home at dusk,one hand on the steerin.. |
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It's Not Me It's HerA Poem by Wasteofpaint666You’ll love a girl who is less like the apocalypse and more like a star field, less slaughterhouse and more home. When she touches you everythin.. |
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One Little Hello and I'm BackA Poem by Wasteofpaint666I miss youI miss you so much I start drinking too much againIn hopes that it will drown what you left unfinished and untouchedOnce I figure that missi.. |
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am i a stick bug because i’m good at hiding or i..A Poem by Wasteofpaint666it’s a very strange moment to realize you were not drying up for good but you might’ve just been a cactus all alongand you were sixteen wh.. |
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You Hurt Me Because You Love Me the MostA Poem by Wasteofpaint666Loving me is fine art, acquired taste,Lemonade sugar packets, gasolineOn your tongue before you suck a lit matchIt takes like bitten fingers, someone .. |
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Everyone's Just Practice For the Next OneA Poem by Wasteofpaint666When we fell into bed soaking wet from theShower and stayed until we were dry. WhenWe hid with the lights out and watched policeCars cruise by, flashi.. |
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Fake Problems and Real ProblemsA Poem by Wasteofpaint666I’m tired of everyone thinking they’ve got aProblem. F**k that s**t, you know? F**k theSober days, starting at zero, trying to makeSomethi.. |
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The Science of DeductionA Story by JaneFoxscaleI was challenged by a friend to write what I thought would happen if I were to encounter Sherlock, and this is what I got. |
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