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“i’m not scared
of the monsters
hidden underneath
my bed.
i’m much more scared
of the boys
with messy brown hair,
sleepy eyes,
& mouths
that only know
how to form
half-truths.”
― The Princess Saves Herself in This One
of the monsters
hidden underneath
my bed.
i’m much more scared
of the boys
with messy brown hair,
sleepy eyes,
& mouths
that only know
how to form
half-truths.”
― The Princess Saves Herself in This One
“It’s just so strange.
You used to love me,
and now you’re a stranger
who happens to know all
of my secrets.”
―
You used to love me,
and now you’re a stranger
who happens to know all
of my secrets.”
―
“On your worst days do not look in the mirror and call yourself pretty. Call yourself trying, call yourself surviving, call yourself learning how to get through a day, a week, a month or year. Call yourself still learning.”
―
―
“When is a monster not a monster? Oh, when you love it.”
― Literary Sexts: A Collection of Short & Sexy Love Poems
― Literary Sexts: A Collection of Short & Sexy Love Poems
“I pity the woman who will love you
when I am done. She will show up
to your first date with a dustpan
and broom, ready to pick up all the pieces
I left you in. She will hear my name so often
it will begin to dig holes in her. That
is where doubt will grow. She will look
at your neck, your thin hips, your mouth,
wondering at the way I touched you.
She will make you all the promises I did
and some I never could. She will hear only
the terrible stories. How I drank. How I lied.
She will wonder (as I have) how someone
as wonderful as you could love a monster
like the woman who came before her. Still,
she will compete with my ghost.
She will understand why you do not look
in the back of closets. Why you are afraid
of what’s under the bed. She will know
every corner of you is haunted
by me.”
―
when I am done. She will show up
to your first date with a dustpan
and broom, ready to pick up all the pieces
I left you in. She will hear my name so often
it will begin to dig holes in her. That
is where doubt will grow. She will look
at your neck, your thin hips, your mouth,
wondering at the way I touched you.
She will make you all the promises I did
and some I never could. She will hear only
the terrible stories. How I drank. How I lied.
She will wonder (as I have) how someone
as wonderful as you could love a monster
like the woman who came before her. Still,
she will compete with my ghost.
She will understand why you do not look
in the back of closets. Why you are afraid
of what’s under the bed. She will know
every corner of you is haunted
by me.”
―
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