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I don't believe in love.
L
O
V
E
Not like Ms. TAYLOR SWIFT, with her never-ending stream of
WHINY
STUPID
POINTLESS
FAKE
Love songs.
I don't believe in a fairytale ending. Not for me
Or you.
Or anyone.
I don't believe in getting married and living happily forever
And ever
And ever.
I only believe in hEaRtBrEaK
Loneliness
M
I
S
T
R
U
S
T
I'm not saying I don't believe in Him
GOD.
I'm just saying that the four letter word just isn't for me.
My life is too S H A K E N.
This Eve isn't going to find
Her Adam.
Why, God?
L
O
V
E
Not like Ms. TAYLOR SWIFT, with her never-ending stream of
WHINY
STUPID
POINTLESS
FAKE
Love songs.
I don't believe in a fairytale ending. Not for me
Or you.
Or anyone.
I don't believe in getting married and living happily forever
And ever
And ever.
I only believe in hEaRtBrEaK
M
I
S
T
R
U
S
T
I'm not saying I don't believe in Him
GOD.
I'm just saying that the four letter word just isn't for me.
My life is too S H A K E N.
This Eve isn't going to find
Her Adam.
Why, God?
Literature
Tight jeans and Theatrical boys
I pull up in his dad's driveway
and the boy sitting on the stoop looks like
Saint Exupery's treasured little prince.
When he climbs inside my used Sentra,
I tell him about this quirky realization.
"You're both so cute and opinionated."
He grins and replies that it's his favorite book
to read when life is particularly rough.
Cappuccino sips and playful shoves
convert the evening into something
brilliantly unstable and devastatingly 'teenager'.
I want to kiss him violently, so we can stop this
annoying game of cat and mouse.
But instead, we discuss music
and other topics that make me feel childish.
He asks where I would go if I could
telep
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Right Hand, Left Hand
I wish
being a lesbian were like
being left-handed.
Whenever someone notices
you writing a cheque
or doodling
or opening a door
And they exclaim:
"You're left-handed?"
I wish it were as simple as that.
When it's funny
and I laugh, panicking.
Such stuff punchlines are made on,
that such a casual,
integral,
part of myself
has the spotlight shone on it,
And revealed (they think)
their own ignorance,
(How wonderful it is to enlighten someone
by being.)
And yet I never hear the questions
that logically spring to mind:
"Won't you have trouble with the gearshift
on a car?"
"How do you use scissors?"
"Can you even write
wi
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still,
"i want grandchildren."
that car ride ruined some things
threw a wine bottle at the wall
15 years sitting
it was good enough or
it wasn't good enough
all the silence forced
my pride to jump out the window
if any rested in her
she showed it off like a speech bubble
tied it to her teeth
slammed it in the door
had it under her pillow for months
and years and years and years
there was no statement
there was no outstretched hand
just steering wheel clenching
knuckles white and jaw taut
(all because who i bed was not her mindful of
timeline perfection)
i still think i'm a tumor
--
she shows it off like a speeding ticket
i
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I don't believe in LOVE.
My life's too S H A K E N.
Slightly based on my own thoughts and opinions.
Just a note: I actually don't have any problem with Taylor Swift or her songs. Nor do I have a problem with God. Personally, neither have any large part in my life, but I respect others who differ.
My life's too S H A K E N.
Slightly based on my own thoughts and opinions.
Just a note: I actually don't have any problem with Taylor Swift or her songs. Nor do I have a problem with God. Personally, neither have any large part in my life, but I respect others who differ.
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Creative and realistic..I like it.