I undid the stitches this morning
(from the breastbone down
in a line where any other perfect
plastic girl would have even a
little cleavage for all the work shes
ever done past the bottom of my
sternum to the top of my navel
where you kissed me every
night and reminded me how
goddamn beautiful i was)
I undid those stitches,
and Id like to think that Im better for it.
That Im not wasting my time with a ghost.
I stabbed out my heart, and stabbed out my eyes,
took your memory with them.
(I cried to the angels last night.
My hands grazed their feet and
they told me it was not my time.
You always said I wasnt one
to listen to commands.)
So this morning,
I locked up my lungs,
battered my ribcage
til it was long past
bruised,
bathed my fingers in
sanguine til a
frostbite consumed
them (my heart is
cold as ice, you
see), I severed
my wings as you
severed your noose,
and I shall now serve
you my heart on a plate.
(In other countries, its called fine dining.)
So lets raise up the ranks
of those who have died in the name
the martyrs and saints of
papier-mâché.
March to the beats
of the broken heart drum.
Your life-support cord went out
in a haze, a dream.
Yes, some call it love.
Some call it a crime.














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I shall stay the way I am because I do not give a damn! - Dorothy Parker
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Ich warte auf dich - am Ende der Nacht. - Rammstein
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Je suis un autre {I am another} - Arthur Rimbaud
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Or do we all
Look. Just. Like:
Adolf fucking Hitler
With this swoopy emo-boy dreamy haircut
Dangling in our faces
Making us all indescribably indistinguishable from each other
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Or do we all
Look. Just. Like:
Adolf fucking Hitler
With this swoopy emo-boy dreamy haircut
Dangling in our faces
Making us all indescribably indistinguishable from each other
--
Or do we all
Look. Just. Like:
Adolf fucking Hitler
With this swoopy emo-boy dreamy haircut
Dangling in our faces
Making us all indescribably indistinguishable from each other
You're an a amazing writer, so shh. You're stuff is awesome.
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This is quite exquisite. Sarcasm, mixed with insane feeling...I love it.
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"There are very few personal problems that cannot be solved through a suitable application of high explosives."
"Of all the bells rung from a thousand steeples, none rings truer than this."
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Or do we all
Look. Just. Like:
Adolf fucking Hitler
With this swoopy emo-boy dreamy haircut
Dangling in our faces
Making us all indescribably indistinguishable from each other
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