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my ribs wear your fingers,
bruises bleeding out

I love, I love-

you pull me back. Nothing
compares to sitting in a laundry,
2 am,
drunk unfeeling, unseeing,
spitting hard truths.

This poem is pointless, pointed
only at you, your hands,
your soft smell, shouting
Lorde on the link road-

I'm alone. I'm scared of everything,
19, brushed clean, shouldn't be here.
But I am.

(you have us, I only
have you)

by OceansAway
posted on 04/27/2014

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Tags: lonely and gay
Comments: 7

Comment by underneathitall: Dec 27, 2017 5:54 pm
Comment by ambient: Sep 1, 2017 4:42 am
Also I was gay 4 PoQ user BreeBree but as if thats news.
Comment by youdontknow23: May 4, 2014 3:40 pm
I don't feel this is bull****. Its not bull**** if its real. Raw emotions.
Comment by prettyspl: May 3, 2014 11:14 am
For bull****; this is very good! Smiley Seriously, I love it! Vote
Comment by lexiedanielle: Apr 29, 2014 4:05 pm
Tragically beautiful. <3 <3 Good job.
Comment by PoeticPrincess: Apr 27, 2014 9:06 pm
That last line is perfect. The chaotic expression was quite enjoyable, great write.
Comment by FavoriteTheMute: Apr 27, 2014 4:12 am
Hectic, haphazard, unhinged... I like it.

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