quiet voice loud love
bracelets knotted noose-like
thin wrists. long nails. paint chipped (still sweet)
subjective beauty
romantic rebel
coward
courage
coffee from disposable cups
sonnets scrawled on the backs of serviettes
from suburban cafes
little conformist gloriously generic
turmoil in day dreams
pseudo love
angst
smiles
is she sad?
hotboxed bathrooms infatuated fixation
sex
soft
daddy's little girl jack daniels late at night
sleep
full brain,
migraine.
wrists, tissue,
stories of killers and blood down the drain
justification for pain.
no matter
missed
by many
by few
love child
over now
-g.m
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some context:
i dont normally like to write or publish angst-ridden poems but this one is quite important to me. it's about those of us who feel unloved and the oxymorons of sad lives.
yes.
ok.
have it.
much love
x
