no arms no legs no heart

KwyjiboKwyjibo Posts: 662
edited March 2004 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
I pull a hair off of my bed
its blonde and brown and red
its the only thing I ever got from you
unless you count the words you never said

a bottle cap sitting on my desk
there's not one, there's nine or ten
a pack of cigarettes, that I don't smoke
I quit for you, its not a fucking joke

telephone numbers in my pocket
turning to lint, next to the locket
with the prettiest picture ever taken
you're the biggest mistake that I'm still making

a tired fucking excuse
you used to try so hard
now you lie like you're amused
I'm a fucking toy that has no use

no arms no legs no heart
The most remarkable thing about you standing in the doorway, is that its you, and that you're standing in the doorway.

I write down good reasons to freeze to death in my spiral ring notebook. But in the long tresses of your hair--I am a babbling brook.
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  • of_the_girlof_the_girl Posts: 745
    wow... just... wow

    --jessie
    "At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet." --Plato

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  • that was really good, I love writing and reading poetry...
    some words when spoken...can't be taken back

    she lived like a murder...but she died. just like suicide...

    "if you love someone, set them free. if someone loves you, don't fuck up."
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