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&&im in love
*click the link to see*
anything i put here would just be a false statement of anything ive ever been or wanted to be.
ill just sprinkle big words made to confuse&confound you over things that you might not believe about me anyway.
"im the most unoriginal star in the sky&& you'll love me like nothing in this world"
-me
if you really want to understand me or learn a bit about me read my poetry.
after all this is a poetry site,
♥
[music && my life are inspirations for my poetry.]
((used with permission by author ))
By: love.me.dead
between hospital sheets;;
my collarbones are peeking out from the captivity of my flesh,
and the lining of my ribcage is beginning to protrude from beneath the hickey he left to remind me that [he loves me this much.]
there are bitemarks across my hipbones,
and bruises in the shape of his fingertips staining my inner thigh;;
[love has never hurt this good.]
we inhaled [herbal happiness],
and exhaled slurred confessions. [no, i swear, i love you more.]
i collapsed into coma [wearing only his vomit.stained boxers],
[starvation and exhaustion washing over my broken body.]
he stood, silent, and watched my chest rise and fall.
i was never one to understand limits,
and he never could remember that no meant no.
he whispered that i was out of control,
and i crashed into oblivian [beneath him.]
when the nausea subsided,
and the world fell from my shoulders,
i covered the sullen shape of his mouth in zombie kisses.
"what does it feel like to breathe?" i asked.
he simply stated that a girl [like me] would never understand.
at two thrity-two in the morning,
beneath a hungover moon,
i swore to him that i would feel again.
[he hid the cough syrup and called me a lush.]
i plucked sobriety from the concern in his eyes,
and placed it in the pocket of my torn jeans.
[shredded threads from two too many nights on my knees.]
for exactly twenty-one seconds i kept my promise.
and thirteen minutes later,
a heartbeat too faint,
and a breath too short...
i was pronounced dead.
&&im in love
*click the link to see*
anything i put here would just be a false statement of anything ive ever been or wanted to be.
ill just sprinkle big words made to confuse&confound you over things that you might not believe about me anyway.
"im the most unoriginal star in the sky&& you'll love me like nothing in this world"
-me
if you really want to understand me or learn a bit about me read my poetry.
after all this is a poetry site,
♥
[music && my life are inspirations for my poetry.]
((used with permission by author
))By: love.me.dead
between hospital sheets;;
my collarbones are peeking out from the captivity of my flesh,
and the lining of my ribcage is beginning to protrude from beneath the hickey he left to remind me that [he loves me this much.]
there are bitemarks across my hipbones,
and bruises in the shape of his fingertips staining my inner thigh;;
[love has never hurt this good.]
we inhaled [herbal happiness],
and exhaled slurred confessions. [no, i swear, i love you more.]
i collapsed into coma [wearing only his vomit.stained boxers],
[starvation and exhaustion washing over my broken body.]
he stood, silent, and watched my chest rise and fall.
i was never one to understand limits,
and he never could remember that no meant no.
he whispered that i was out of control,
and i crashed into oblivian [beneath him.]
when the nausea subsided,
and the world fell from my shoulders,
i covered the sullen shape of his mouth in zombie kisses.
"what does it feel like to breathe?" i asked.
he simply stated that a girl [like me] would never understand.
at two thrity-two in the morning,
beneath a hungover moon,
i swore to him that i would feel again.
[he hid the cough syrup and called me a lush.]
i plucked sobriety from the concern in his eyes,
and placed it in the pocket of my torn jeans.
[shredded threads from two too many nights on my knees.]
for exactly twenty-one seconds i kept my promise.
and thirteen minutes later,
a heartbeat too faint,
and a breath too short...
i was pronounced dead.
- Last seen on Nov 10 12:50 PM. Member since November 14, 2003.
- I'm a pyrite eye poet for 1,136 comments.
- My mood is , and quote is """between your ribcage... im the hurt that never goes away..""".
- I am a girl from New York (United States)
- When I'm not writing, I'm stealing your boyfriends && girlfriends hearts..
- Visit my homepage at www.myspace.com/cocaine_mistress
- I am in the groups A Dirty Pretty Group, Drug wrecks and candy pills, Duck Tape Whores, snowflakes
- I have 1,136 comments, 3 contests, 3 addlines, 135 poems, 1 story
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im bruised from the head down
colors blossoming into different shades of brilliance.29 lines, 28 comments, June 7, 2008. In &&dirrty.pretty -
And everything keeps fucking up.
i can't live like this.30 lines, 2 comments, June 4, 2008 -
Baby sing me your lies through
the telephone lines23 lines, 31 comments, November 28, 2007 -
and i love the way / my life is slowly / &n13 lines, 16 comments, June 16, 2007. In &&dir.r.ty.pretty.me
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[tragic] babe, just.so.damn [tragic] / that all i am is a pair of / Stillettos && a painted face / and that all you crave is the /47 lines, 16 comments, June 10, 2007. In &&dir.r.rty.pretty.me.
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49 lines, 44 comments, February 19, 2007. In Adult
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Dead creature on February 19Great poems!
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Ditt0 on January 2Well I read your page, including your opening poem.
It was very very much excellent. Other than your missspelling of 'oblivion', I really digged it. Nice... -
makeout kid on November 18, 2008aww sugar!
i love yoo to pieces.
sorry i haven't been on much...been having some crazy shit going on. plus, the only time i go on the internet is when i use my phone and allpoetry doesn't work on there. :[ (so if you could pass the word to the other lovely ladies, that'd be great. i miss everyone on here.)
and i'm flattered that you used my poem on your page.
♥
xoxo. -
Deindichter on November 12, 2008Long time no speak, how are you?
