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Bobbie Jo Price Poem
wrap your arms around me a little too tight
let yourself be the noose that ends my life
tear ladders in my tights while holding me down
pull a little too hard and drag me to hell
take my heart, its in the center to the left
its yours, my darling, take it right out of my chest
clutch my hand a little too roughly
shatter my bones and call me lovely
take me to the Eiffel tower, guide me to the top
hold me from behind and give me a gentle shove
rip my ribs out with your teeth, one by one by one
play them like the grand piano, show them how its done
lather your lips with venom, careful not to taste
kiss me until my last breath, simply watch me break.
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Come to think of it
I'm not entirely sure
where I lost myself
Maybe it was in those 8 hours
of class time
lost in notes and definitions
In beds of strangers or
old friends who I no longer
know the whereabouts of
Did I lose myself somewhere
along those roads driven on
late nights to places with people
whose faces I won't ever recall?
Did I leave myself behind in
books or shows or at the cinema?
Or maybe it was the ticking of the clocks
and the counting of time
waiting for better times
that never came
Come to think of it
I'm not entirely sure I lost myself
I'm not entirely sure I had myself
Maybe all these places
are where I've found myself
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when I as 7 and would hold mommy's hand
everywhere I went, I
thought nothing bad could ever happen.
mommy's here, you're safe.
Mommy, you're gone now and
I'm not safe anymore
Where are you
you never told me that you were leaving
and that my own brother was capable of hurting me.
what am I going to do when dad comes home drunk
and gets violent again?
Mommy you're gone now
I'm not safe anymore
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i never meant to depend
on you, on anyone,
because i promised that
i would never feel this way
but now maybe i need you
the way the earth
needs the sun
to see another day
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2:36 AM
2 am is for the poets who
cant sleep because their
minds are alive with words
for someone who isnt there
for the alcoholics drinking
themselves into amnesia to
forget someone who left
2 am is not for the lovers
asleep in each others arms
it is for the lonely, the ones
who are in love with the
loved, but are not
loved in return.
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will you still love me
when its three in the morning
and im crying so hard i cant breathe?
will you still love me
when i coat my pillows in mascara
because i decided to remind myself
how worthless i am?
will you still love me
when i shut you out
and wont explain to you whats wrong
because i dont want to bring you down?
will you still love me
when i cant handle being strong
and i find relief in razors
instead of your arms?
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I have nothing
but regrets
and memories
that make me hate myself
more than I did before,
I feel as if I am in a never-
ending war
with myself
and I'm losing,
my heart is steadily bruising.
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Someday I will say
"I do" to you
and from this day
I will forever long
and always pray
to hear your sighs
of light and day
as they mix with
midnight hearts like mine.
your veins and I
will be the start of
something more than
day and night
combined.
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you could be my best kept secret
the type of secret i'd keep in a mason jar
sitting on my windowsill
sunlight shining through the darkest parts of you
and as dust motes collect and float midair
i'll be there
with a gentle hand, ready to wipe off the dirt
like the sadness i wish i could relieve of you
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i want you to show me
the deepest part
of your consciousness
i want to see the twisted thoughts
the monsters
the horrors
that keep you up
screaming
late into the night
i want to understand
the intricate
and fragile design
that is your mind
i want to meet your demons
and hear the things
they whisper into your ear
i want to hold your hand
as they tear you apart
so you know
that you aren't alone.
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