People are more comfortable when you live a life similar to their own, but we weren’t put here to make others feel more comfortable. Live loud make em squirm.
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The Shows Over Now
The banquet hall’s empty Not a single piece of confetti left to prove our existence Bare floors Bare walls A bare heart left in the middle of the room …
Oops
Next time Next time Next time You don’t need to understand Right now -Saschia
Seasons
I sank into a picture perfect fantasy But now, The memories are flooding back The habitual reminders Of why I stopped fighting Why I slowly loosened my grip Why I let go I clinched my empty fists And off went the leaf from my branch It descended in a less elegant manor than I sawContinue reading “Seasons”
Their Togetherness
Their togetherness relies on their a push to love awkwardly It relies on sex and fear Silence and distance Those things push them together It doesn’t rely solely on her Or solely on him Not even rules or religion It’s the bad little things That make them Them -Saschia
Under The Knife
Fear’s shadow lingers in the crack below the door I keep that door locked Even though sometimes it swings wide open I pace by it from time to time But I don’t even touch the handle I hate to twiddle my thumbs While I think up the worst case scenario I don’t even like toContinue reading “Under The Knife”
Sacred
They try so hard to keep my sanity They close my knees with two fingers From each hand As if I’m a doll at a table set for tea. -Saschia
It Was Good
First thing today, is to figure out how he will love her. He loves her, that isn’t the question. But how would he show her? Yesterday, it was with a small note, I love you handwritten on it that hid underneath her tea cup. A teacup he picked out for her and filled with blackContinue reading “It Was Good”
I Crave
I crave instant gratification and the lure of feel good meetings with hollow words. I want those things too And sometimes I do indulge. But it all leads to an empty that aches. You know, those scratches you can’t itch And even though I know this, I still have to remind myself those things areContinue reading “I Crave”
Ruined
The makeup drips down her face Black tears There’s more to all this She knows it She feels it in her bones Even though it was wrong She knows that too But there was this push much stronger than before An urge she’s never felt She wasn’t herself or was she Is this what beingContinue reading “Ruined”
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