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Florence Nightengale Has Nothing On Me

your eyes are an ocean
                                  sparkling, hiding nightmares beneath.
and i float in them alone
[drowning, screaming,
there is no oxygen
with you,
only boiling water,
hissing, burning into nothing
                                          (just.like.us.)]

and your fireworks left me with
blistered wrists,
crimson --
oozing bits and pieces
of my soul
into your skin,
spreading me through you like misdiagnosed medication.

(because you were the disease that i never wanted to cure)

sometimes i miss your tic-tac smiles,
spitting out teeth like
breath mints,
telling me honey please,
take care of me
                          [fake some tears, pout like you mean it,
                          make this charade last just a little longer]

because you know
that if you are bruised and broken,
i will be florence nightengale;;
i will fall for
death
and i'll smile
                    even as my bones crack and crunch
                                                    in your jaws.

and even though i know that
you left,
taking hell or high water
                                    [wishing blindly for the fires;;
                                    you always liked to see the ashes
                                    of lives long lost]
and hauling me alongside
                                    (like the gum wrapper stuck to your shoe)

i can't help but feel that little rush,
the one that says
yes,
i still love you,
even though you'd stomp on me without a second thought.

i love you
even though you never loved me.

Author notes

i am pathetic enough to write this same story over and over and over again.
always about the same guy, even years later.
and the worst part is,
as each year passes by,
the poems suck just a little more
[and the titles get just a little lamer, fabulous].


somebody needs to stick a needle full of get-over-it-already in my arm.

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  • whiterabbit.
    August 14, 2008

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    aw I love this. It's so beautiful and full of pain. I love the descriptions in here, they're gorgeous.
    I can relate so much to this. I even relate to the author's notes. I feel like I do the same thing.
    Congrats on the gold. Brilliant write doll.
    x


  • Kiss the girl--x
    August 8, 2008

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    What are you talking about, this is amazing.

    '[fake some tears, pout like you mean it,
    make this charade last just a little longer]'

    I especially loved that bit.

    finalist.finalist.finalist.


  • Miss Faith
    July 29, 2008

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    oh honey. you are amazing. I feel this in every way possible.


    "because you know
    that if you are bruised and broken,
    i will be florence nightengale;;
    i will fall for
    death
    and i'll smile
    even as my bones crack and crunch
    in your jaws."