46n8 - Hello Poetry

46n8 Oct 2022

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Its funny sometimes ill go days without really hurting,

I'll get really comfortable and stop being cautious

When randomly a pang shoots accross my chest,

And im gentl reminded how shoddily I've taped all the pieces back together.

46n8 Oct 2022

Dreams/cake

I keep having dreams,
where I tell you everything,
I should've back then,

And every last word,
Uttered From my bleeding tongue,
Feels like sweet release,

The look on your face,
When you have to choose between,
Having and eating,

46n8 Oct 2022

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I'm sure he'll treat her just as well,

in the end she'll leave him behind,

The way the ocean does a shell.

46n8 Oct 2022

Seasons

Everything changed for me in the spring.

It was 4 months of the most painful growth I've known. I lay in beds of clovers, and flowers, they embraced me warmly like new friends.

Then the summer came, it was hot and rainy and my sweat burned my eyes. The blood from my hands was a deep red, the proof I was still so alive.

Now we've entered the fall, the mornings are crisp and the skys are clear. It hasn't rained in weeks and my hair has grown so long.
My sleepy eyes are open wide, ready to accept the beauty of winter.

46n8 Oct 2022

Puzzle

There are still some pieces of me that I never found from when I broke.
I'm pretty sure they got lost in the move.
I've since replaced some, and the picture is slowly coming back together.
Its nice to put the puzzle together at my own pace.
Each new piece I fit into those old cheap cardboard spaces makes the process feel so worthwhile.
Sometimes I scrape my knees in search of them.
Sometimes I dig so deep for them I bleed from the edges of my fingernails.
But I think in the end, that's the cost of living.

46n8 Sep 2022

Uptown

I bet she could swallow me whole,

Or piece by piece,

like the alligator on her thigh.

Her apartment is Very ***** and welcoming,

I wouldn't doubt it though,

That somewhere in her uptown lair,

There are the husks of a few unlucky hearts,

Tucked carefully away and wrapped up,

Something like the spider on her arm.

But while I lay next to her,

Tracing those tattoos,

I could only think of all the ways,

She had made me feel good.