Tag: poetry

You’re a good bullet point to add to a list
of reasons to equate humans to natural disasters.
(I’m pressing red on the remote
but the earth’s still shaking.)
I reduce people down to the parts
of them that remind me of you.
I’m not saying you ruined me,
only that you’ve stuck me in a cycle
of viewing others geometrically.
The angle of my new roommate’s jaw
is a little akin to the slope of your collarbone.
(I’m setting fire to the house
but the sea keeps rising.)

elisabeth hewer (via elisabethhewer)
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lannincesters:

i was always told that
being feminine won’t get you anywhere
because nobody wants
to take orders from a girl with a
sweet smile and a soft voice
and painted nails to hold her flowing skirt
well
let me tell you a thing or two
because when i ask a man to 
take down the enemy for me
i disguise my voice with honey 
to hide the bitterness underneath
and flash just enough of my pearly whites
to hide the knives
which want to do nothing more
than to sink into their necks and tear them apart
and he says yes love
calls me baby or sugar
“anything for you my dear”
and he takes down the bad guys like he’s the hero
when really he’s just another victim to his desires

i was always told that
femininity cannot be a weapon
well
my nails aren’t chipped and my skirt is still clean
so i beg to differ

Stop.
You don’t love him.
You love the idea of him,
the concept of someone
who will fill the void of your bed
and kiss your scars back into your skin.

You crave salvation,
I can’t blame you for that.
But you won’t find it in his stale words,
rehearsed and abused on his
stagnant tongue.

No, no.
Your saving grace is somewhere
inside that scar tissue you’re
so desperate to peel from your body.

(via starredsoul)
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