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Your heartbeat is my own.
You smile, I smile.
You dream, I dream.
You breathe, I sigh.
Love me. Hold me. Trust me now.
I'm cold. Warm me.
You dream, I dream.
You smile, I smile.
And so it begins.
My love for him I claimed I’d never have,
His face is beyond beauty,
The taste of cigarettes as he kisses me.
We are always told
We are worth our
Weight in gold. And
That's a sweet sentiment
But I don't think it's
Genuine, and it implies
That someone's worth is
Definable by societal objects.
Dazzling people made of gold,
Dazzling people made of cold
Material, dazzling people made
Of glitter and stuck together with glue.
Dazzling people made of lipstick
Lipstick, kisses, stains on cheeks
I’m scared of myself
For when school starts
See, I’m not depressed
But in form time
My mind works overtime
When I was seven years old
In my mathematics class
Measurement setting in dread
Forty kilograms is the answer
I don’t remember the lesson I learnt
I might just be a psychopath
Don't think I am
Don't want to be
but somewhere on the spectrum between
not caring and really not caring
somewhere there's me
Don't wanna offend
This is so tangled,
I can't figure out what happened.
He loves her and she loves another
and now I love him.
Funny how you think this
kind of confused doesn't exist.
Opportunities aren’t abound for women like me
My face has been stepped on
My history utterly destroyed
They haven’t fared well
If one can imagine them left in my position at birthIf our lives were switched
Intoxicated
With the sound of my name
Escaping your lips,
The letters unfolding themselves
From a curled up slumber
Your mouth forming letters
The way light colored bruises
Thoughts zing here and there
But I don't know exactly where
I ponder life and all that matters
What if everything shatters
I see life change all around
You can see it in the trees and on the ground
