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Let me love
Like the choice is mine
Don't choose my path
It's destined by the one above
Don't tell me yes or no
Just encourage me along the way
Don't say stop
Say go
Help me to think and be
But don't try to influence who I am
Don't try to correct my path
Just let me be me
You know I love you so
You know I always will
You know I mean forever
You know
Yet you still control my life
Every day the same old deal
Darling you're driving me insane
Depressed enough to take that knife
Thank you for attending
Please enjoy the appetizers
Everyone is happy
Even in the coffin, I am smiling
Like the choice is mine
Don't choose my path
It's destined by the one above
Don't tell me yes or no
Just encourage me along the way
Don't say stop
Say go
Help me to think and be
But don't try to influence who I am
Don't try to correct my path
Just let me be me
You know I love you so
You know I always will
You know I mean forever
You know
Yet you still control my life
Every day the same old deal
Darling you're driving me insane
Depressed enough to take that knife
Thank you for attending
Please enjoy the appetizers
Everyone is happy
Even in the coffin, I am smiling
Literature
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I want to be the cigarette coerced against your lips
Inhale me deeply so I can return to the cavern of your chest
Tainting your heart and making it love me again
I depart blissfully through your lips as I kiss them with my toxicity
Spelling your name in wisps of smoke
Let her taste me on your tongue and your clothes and let her coldly resent you for it
You cannot quit me
I rest in your veins
Where I belong
Literature
butterflied
it is a snake
coiled in my stomach,
the urge to vomit
everything inside of me, to purge
all the toxic not-
good-enoughs. to retell
the same story and expect
a different ending is
the dysfunction that landed
us in here. I'm sorry
I don't follow you into
your dreams at night. I'm sorry
my smile is not the moon,
I'm sorry I did anything
to make you notice
me at all. no finger
down the throat could ever
take that
away.
Literature
true affection
i. sometimes she felt like a coin,
old, rusty,
flung down a well and
sinking to the bottom, surrounded,
but unable to touch.
and while she was looking at lights
she didn’t know were turned on, a
blue bird laid an egg on her
pillow,
and when it hatched it was just
sunshine-colored seawater.
ii. he was a pair of earbuds,
tangled,
stuffed in a pocket and left to be
washed out, lost
on a train station bench, waiting.
he felt like a crooked picture frame
no one bothered fixing,
a burned-out lightbulb
on the back porch that
never gets changed.
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This is truely beautiful. Keep writing, you're doing beautifully! Also, thank you for the fave!