sexts #1

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
i keep seeing him. literally everywhere i go.

Submitted: August 01, 2016

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sext: i have forgotten how to be myself.

sext: you are like an eclipse. i rarely ever see you.

sext: a small list of things i have lost; my voice in the void of silence, my dead language no one can understand, my body to the men i have been touched by.

sext: i still find pieces of you stuck under my fingernails.

sext: in a way nothing is different. i loved him. love him. 

sext: they were all for you. they always were.

sext: i imagine you know what to do with lonely, pessimistic girls who have small hands.

sext: i look at you and feel myself unmake.

sext: we are a tragedy.

sext: stuck in a the half second before detonation, i hear the words you stopped yourself from saying when you were- 

sext: pieces of something i could have had. bits of something so beautiful, i dropped it. 

sext: i'm feeling like a loaded gun with no safety on.

sext: i told you so on my gravestone.

sext: i cannot escape from my head.

sext: how can you tell when you're drunk if you're never sober? 


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