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Love letter to the man that can’t be mine
I’d wait for you sitting by the windowswill all day long. I’d cook for you and do the laundry on a white dress. I’d talk to God for you even though not even him understands the prayers of an eternally lonely girl. I’d save the all the roses, I would even keep them when they die. I’d get pretty only for you. I would not tie my hair because I know you don’t like it. I would not paint my nails of a color too dark because you like them lilac or baby pink. I would be a good wife, I would let you burn me, I would let this love burn me. But only for you and God knows, that’s why he won’t let you be mine. Because he knows I’d be a good wife and I’d keep it so good for you. Only for you. I would nail myself to a cross, bleed for you. I’d do it proudly. I’d write poems for you and throw them away. If you get sick then I would take care of you, like a baby bird. Nurse you until you are healthy again. If you cried, I’d put you in my arms like a bunny and console you until you no longer cry. But God won’t let you be mine. What do you need baby? I’d ask you. I’d be sweet for you, just for you. I’d tell you the sweetest words, cook you the sweetest food and give you the sweetest hugs. I would get to know you slowly and deliciously until we’re no longer some kind of strangers. But why are you so mean to me? Why do you leave when I’m there? What have I done to you? Why are you like this? I don’t get it. But this is goodbye to you forever. My heart can not keep you like this. This is the best for me. I know I barely exist to you.
It’s better if I tell myself that I’m too dead to love you.
I think you’re the type of guy who’s just about borderline charismatic and magnetic. It’s excruciating for me to see the way you live, to be quite honest. When you talk in such ways and move in such ways. I’ve told you this before, that I’ve felt someone looking at me and it was you. “I look at everyone” you said and a sore disappointment crowded me until you said “But I look at you more, well, because you are you”. I just told you that was weird but I might just have gone insane if you hadn’t added that last sentence. “I can’t live like this”. You said that to me, but did you mean it? I mean it when I think about it, though I wish it wasn’t true, though I wish it could just disappear. You can be so mean to me and crucify so much with your words that I might just bleed till I’m nothing, until my corporeality extermines. But you can also be so sweet and then I don’t know what to think. Though I like it best when you’re nice to me, that’s for sure. I said I was cold and you offered me your jacket and then you actually gave it to me, I did not think that was possible at that moment, but it happened. That day you also said you missed me and that I was one of the people that knew you the most and that is why I could hurt you so much. I said you knew me well too. Because I think you kind of do. You also said something that made me smile and agree with you, something about missing me or knowing me, I don’t remember exactly what, but I do remember it made me so happy. That day I felt good. But I knew it wouldn’t be like this again tomorrow so I tried to bring myself back to earth. My therapist asked me if I noticed that I smiled when I talked about you, that just drove me insane. Because I don’t like you. So why why why why why why why why?
For a man that probably doesn’t deserve to be written about at all.
Last night you called. Because I was desperatley calling your friends. I was drunk and I couldn’t help but notice that I still profoundly care about us. But not how you might think. I miss responding to you in monosyllables and I miss how excruciating sleeping later than you was. I know that you don’t deserve for me to write about you, I think you’d never fathom me writing about you. But here’s the thing, I’m hurt and I’m lonely and I think I’m falling apart for real. You think you know me and you just might. But not entirely. My heart is fine china. If you’re careless with it, it might catalyze a rupture in my entire body and my heart itself might shatter. Hundreds of little pieces, as cliche as it sounds. But I am not lying, do not take me for a liar. You know that I care about you, I really do. And it’s the worse of this all.
All men and women are vile and I don’t want anything from them anymore. I just want to sit around and achieve nothing while I wait for you. But there’s no way for me to come close to you.

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just a girl trying not to rip her skin off
I want to live inside your body. I want to crawl in your lungs, swim and drown in your blood and be tied down in your throat. I want your flesh to grasp on my decaying body. I want the effluvia of your sins. I need to die inside you and I need it now.
i wish i was your girl
steal me away and keep me in your belltower hotel
would you believe me if i said that i died last year and i dont know what new soul has inherently breaked into my body this year?

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honey, crazy girl
this is what makes us girls
dream boy

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that girl is like heaven, i know.
Girlhood
girlhood is trashy poetry on a precious journal.