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it's not me, it's you by MisfitableGrae, literature

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it's not me, it's you

to the most recent douche to break my heart, i know it’s not your fault. i’ve been told enough times that the blame lies primarily in the differences between the two of us. i am not what i seem—you had no idea what you were signing up for. when i write poems about lying in bed all day, i am not doing anything you would classify as fun. i am counting dust molecules in the air. i am counting out the number of times in a minute that i think my heartbeat will stutter in its strut. i am counting backwards from one hundred, breathing out on the evens and in on the odds. i am counting down the days until you leave me. don’t

progress report by ghostinafog, literature

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progress report

the astronauts never returned and neither did the news in my hands i fold a megalithic pigeon the take-home message is: the cosmos is a cold dead bitch as you sleep under magazines, waiting for nothing. in the shackles of a sterilized den, there's an actual mastodon heart, pale and glassy pink, icy film tightened like a fist; - and the scientists despair: it's the morning of the opening, then the few slashes of paralyzing waves. like a sign we'd make when we were younger, a way to disarm a bandit, or a preacher or the oncoming horde of space invaders. but the drawings you sent to venus never returned, and now the cra

these shoulders didnt have the tongues to lie with by scheherazades, literature

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these shoulders didnt have the tongues to lie with

i make jokes / about my language / but the truth is / every word i've ever spoken / is the word / "love" / masquerading / as something else / everything i have ever touched / in anger / melted away / and crumbled / and reformed / into something bigger / than an atom / the ocean holding / all the weight / of your body / your bones each / a single sky / holding up / a body / atlas / at last / in reverse / and earthquakes / do not exist / your skin / does not exist / your skin / loves you / your shoulders / roil / and are to be trusted / your shoulders whisper / that they love you / and you / will live / forever

go home to sleep in the yellow pulse of your heart by scheherazades, literature

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go home to sleep in the yellow pulse of your heart

and all i have to offer / is flawed genitalia and a cry from a gull / far from home / we wanderers know / when we are no longer / wanted / all i am trying to say / is that i cupped the ocean in my belly / and birthed it / and you weren't there / you with your head of solar systems / i cupped you in my belly / and birthed you / convex and curious / you grew a planet inside your heart / and cultivated entire / forests / too much traffic in my veins / slowed to a sluggish halt / like when i touch you / i think / i am a space explorer / brushing the astral surfaces / of your otherworldly / body / i am a conglomeration / of unsafe spaces / and i h

bullets in a shotglass. by XSwan-SongX, literature

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bullets in a shotglass.

bullets in a shotglass and sanguine ink in your mouth, my throat is parched and cracked from screaming itself hoarse silently as you open yet more tinted-green glass and pour another round. you ask if i want white or red. i don't think it matters, I've already got both on my wrists and you'll down the whole lot anyway. (you might as well have a shotgun instead of a shotglass at the rate you drink those bullets, honey)