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My mother gives away kisses
Like handfuls of halloween candy
Given to strangers in the hope
They don't trick her later
(they do)
So now I don't know how
To keep my affections
Without giving myself away
Little by little each time
In the hopes I can pretend
I'm not tricking them now
(i don't)
My father buys me things
To fill a void
He helped create
It never seems to be filled
So he keeps stuffing it
In hopes both of us
Will feel less guilty at the end of the day
(he does)
So now I don't know how to feel sad
Without want
And I take in selfishness
To fill a void I let open
In hopes I feel less guilty at the end of the day
(i don't)
Like handfuls of halloween candy
Given to strangers in the hope
They don't trick her later
(they do)
So now I don't know how
To keep my affections
Without giving myself away
Little by little each time
In the hopes I can pretend
I'm not tricking them now
(i don't)
My father buys me things
To fill a void
He helped create
It never seems to be filled
So he keeps stuffing it
In hopes both of us
Will feel less guilty at the end of the day
(he does)
So now I don't know how to feel sad
Without want
And I take in selfishness
To fill a void I let open
In hopes I feel less guilty at the end of the day
(i don't)
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Goodbye
i didn’t fall in love with you
until your skin was already grey and i
had to tell you what the weather was like
since you couldn’t leave your bed.
i didn’t mind long nights in the hospital
because making you laugh brought a warmth
to my cheeks that burnt hotter than a
forest fire, you never laughed at me for blushing
i snuck you in alcohol and forbidden foods
and pushed you around in that rusted wheel chair,
and all the nurses looked at us with
miserable eyes that said more than the doctors
would ever tell me.
naively i thought it was good news
when you said they were sending you home; but
when i saw you strewn across
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a good love poem to get you in the mood
there is a sadness that lives within
liars. i told you once that you meant
more to me than myself, but if i were
truly your friend i would tell you to
leave.
i want you to slip from the bed
in the middle of the night while i
am still asleep. i want you to fight
the urge to touch me and trust
that i am honest.
i want you to find your things and
fill your bags with everything that is you
in that place until it is nearly
empty, and
quietly,
i want you to fucking leave.
without explanation or one more
ultimatum that you are so fond
of, put that car in drive and don't
you dare come back.
find a studio that
you can afford for two hundred
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The Girls My Mama Warned Me About--- FFM Day 3
You see, the thing my mama would never understand is that a woman needs to have her friends. I’m not talking about the girls she meets in a book club that she randomly signed up for online, or the ones she calls friends but never sees outside of the breakroom at work. No, I mean real friends. The girls she’ll always surround herself with, like a queen does a court.
I had my girls, and my mama didn’t necessarily approve of them. She thought I partied with them too much, and often told me that I needed to give it a rest. But, these were my girls! My best friends! I don’t think Mama has ever had girls like I did.
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they both tried their best
(they did)
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bless them for trying, and you for seeing that they tried
I can do that with my father
not so easy with my mother
I can do that with my father
not so easy with my mother