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maybe this time you'll care

anger surges through me like fire, burning me from the inside out, causing me to want nothing but to destroy downing a bottle of pills is not the latest but blaming you  is something new maybe this time you’ll care, maybe you’ll stay but all I do is scare you away

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19 deviations
Literature

Cockroaches Don't Smoke

                 (To peer through his eyes; smoldering nicotine embers.  Shuddering beneath the firefly glow.) His charcoal breath always went with those cigarette lips.  The consequences of kissing addiction. Tobacco-scorched arms threaten the embrace of a chain-s[aw]moker. Baby, I remember you with eyes of periwinkle concrete.  All the independent paths of your freckles, they used to mark the places we could go, the adventures we'd stumble into.              &

For critique

5 deviations
Literature

the clockwork liar

i. we dusted dreams off people like the first snowflakes of the season. you'd take one and rest it on the center of your tongue because you hated the taste of ice cream and wanted to reset what cold tasted like to you. you taught me that the cold could be bitter, and so could people's dreams. you drank out of out-of-order wells because you believed they still worked and that the government was keeping it all to itself. i never realized how insane you made me before i wrote this all down. ii. i wished on the sun because i ran out of shooting stars. and just to spite me, you began wishing on raindrops because you believed that they were so ma

Mixed

26 deviations
Literature

For Sam, who is everywhere but here

Sam, there is a part of me that will never forget you, though I have forgiven; it seems that I will never be rid of your face that I have kept close in my mind, etched into my skin. It turns out I have memorized you and everything you have ever said to me. Sam, there are so many things I haven't said, so many that I have said but they were too weak to make it to you, fell to the floor between us and shattered like glass. Maybe you're not meant to love me again. Maybe I am meant to watch you from afar. I'll still heal.

letters and diary entries

7 deviations
Literature

rain

your smile is morning dew and rain and snow, but i'm stuck here in this drought

Poetry

88 deviations
Literature

pressure.

 she was cracked in places only she could feel, and where the blood could only be tasted, and not seen. her lips, fingertips and inside her chest. she learned that there are certain body parts prone to being cut or bruised, and her white laced knees could attest to that. but there comes a time when cutting your leg on the coffee table or pinching your stomach with your belt buckle, isn't an accident anymore. its something more, and you know it is. but you can go so long without ever admitting it to yourself, and even longer for anyone else.

Prose

7 deviations