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CoffeeI love you like I love coffee
A comforting aroma, bringing discomforting memories
See, I can't take you straight
I sugarcoat you and whitewash you until you suit my tastes
You are fantastic over ice and with so much caramel and whipped cream
that I can no longer taste your bitterness
Or when you are full of Bailey's
When you are mocha
I love you like I love coffee, darling--
That is to say,
ArizonaArizona from the back of a truck
Late night melting ashphalt
Sunburned thighs and tired eyes
Gravel at the small of my back
A can of warm tea tucked by the tirewell
Smell of oil, gasoline
Searing metal, scorching wind
Hair lashing at my cheeks with no rest
Tracing rust pattern pictures with my dirty fingers
A jacket bunched under my head
Sore neck, sore shoulders, sore ass
I did not think to empty my pockets
Elbows familiar with sharp contact
Dreading potholes, cursing sand and dust
Away from the world, I am alone
Playing guessing games with myself
Playing with sounds and smells, the sky
Bits of streetlights and road signs at the edge of my vision
Where are we now
Where am I
Just drive, who needs a destination
I will doze off while we roam
Let me lie, arm covering eyes
Let me stay here, this is home.
Talk to BoysMy momma told me not to talk to boys. Boys are only trouble. Boys will cause you to sin. Boys only want sex and then they will leave you in the dust with a broken heart and babies. That's what happens when you talk to boys.
Protection is the answer. You must protect your heart and you protect your pants and don't worry little darlin', Daddy's got a shotgun to keep those evil boys away. No one's gonna harm my baby. You just stay right here in this golden birdcage and you stay clean, untarnished. An angel. A trophy that some man will be proud to have one day.
Because eventually, you're supposed to marry one of these boys, oh, no, now men--these men that you don't talk to. Somehow, without communication, a 'good' man will find you in your little cage and break the lock. He will be wonderful and you'll get married and you'll live happily ever after with babies. That's what happens when you marry men.
And IF you break this pattern, if you talk to boys before they are men, they will manipula
UntitledIt's hard to pull out of all this self actualization
Amidst the flying accusations
Of 'supposed' childhood tragedy
and definite mental insanity
You see I have been trying so hard to survive
That I forget how to just be alive
And I have to fight while I write just to breathe
And I lose track, sometimes, of...things.
I don't know how to relax.
I don't know how to let it all go.
I don't know what to do if I don't have to
Claw my way out of another black hole.
I don't know how to be okay
All I know is how to fight
All I know is one must know the dark
To appreciate morning light.
But what do you do with a sunrise?
What does it mean to be 'free'?
When I win all the battles
and I break all my shackles
What...what will there be left of me?
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