You sat in her car, matching its quiet. You looked to the neighbors- away from her. You spoke, Ill go get your stuff. Dont leave, it was your cry for help. You could feel the green in your eyes bursting out, unusual for your dark brown eyes. Mmhmm, her words never did much to reassure you about anything, but she knew that. You crossed that line- that line that separated the two of you, that line that no one crossed for months past, that damn line that was the cause of this. You leaned into her face- the same way you have been for the past 23 months, the same way your faces fit perfectly together
I grew up in blankets of kitchen floors- the pale yellow squares of linoleum covering me, wrapping around my body. We crashed into one another and the feeling became normal after the third or fourth time. I can't remember which for the days overlap in my memory's eye. I laid there, slowly closing my eyes as I felt the warmth take over me. The corners of my lips slowing turning upward as the hospital's arms took me inside.
I grew up in layer's of the hospital. The white wash walls took me into their norm, made it my home. The hands uncovered my body and saw the scars of the childless childhood. I walked around naked in the hallways of your bo
1. You tilted your head from across the room and smiled.
2. We smoked everywhere and drank anything.
3. I could smell my skin on yours.
4. You did favors for me, yet claimed you hated being told what to do.
5. We like all of the same TV shows.
6. The way you wore five rings on every other finger.
7. We kissed everywhere except for the mouth.
8. Slept all day and drove all night.
9. You were not under the stars.
We went to your house last night. You're out of town, but that's okay. We sat in his car in silence- two wheels in your yard and two wheels on your street. He was the only one I ever told that I was in love with you. I didn't even know who he was until I started to spend more time with you. That's why I always feel so comfortable with him- your best friend. He knew everything about you, including the way you felt about me. We never talked about you when we were together because he knew I would get upset... until tonight. He brought it up, "Are you still.. you know, with her?" I looked away, sighed, "Yeah.." He drove me to your house. He told
The light skinned woman was holding her dark skinned baby with the matching dark curls as he finally quit screaming and put his white flag up- shamefully. She put him in the light colored room with the colors bouncing lightly off of one wall to the other. She put him in the white, wooden crib and walked with a heavy heart and a light foot to the room next door. She lay in bed, facing her dark skinned partner. The dark skinned took off her own glasses then reached over and took the light skinned glasses off, I finally get a moment of you to myself? The light skinned just smiled, closed her eyes and leaned into the dark skinned ches
You Painted Your Heaven by peacelovedreadlocks, literature
Literature
You Painted Your Heaven
She sat in her small, pale colored room on the ground. She held the brush in her left hand, the strokes becoming more and more elegant and even more precise. She held the cigarette between her two fingers in her right hand and held the hand flat against the wall in front of her, keeping her balance. The sad songs bounced lightly off each of the walls only to find her heart.
It was five in the morning- she had been painting for hours and nothing could stop her. Well, nothing could stop her, except her small, pale colored room. She suddenly stopped, threw the brush down and put her cigarette out on her flo
You're My Addiction by peacelovedreadlocks, literature
Literature
You're My Addiction
With each drag, the shaking lessened. I hadnt realized how addicted Id already became. I am always listening to you talk about how your ex used to chain smoke them- these kind. Thats why I bought these, isnt it? Maybe youll fall in love with me like you did her. Maybe youll love me like you did her.
With each needle, the shaking worsened. This was my drug. This was my call for attention. The heroin surging through my veins and blood streams, the slowed and labored breathing, the mind quickly becoming clouded was much worse than a little cancer in her lungs. But, hey, it makes the pain go
Your intoxicating scent has lost its affect and faded but maybe because Ive been breathing it for too long and too deeply. Your long hair is always a mess but maybe because you stopped caring because I stopped noticing. Your voice has been absent for a few months but maybe because I learned to stop listening when your mouth opens. Your legs arent smooth anymore but maybe because I never liked your legs anyways. Your attire has become sloppier anymore but maybe because you wear the same clothes for days at a time. Your mind never seems to wander anywhere else but maybe because youve found j
You Could Get Used To This by peacelovedreadlocks, literature
Literature
You Could Get Used To This
You love waking up in a house full of people that you've been around all your life. You love that feeling when you walk into the kitchen to find out of the almost 30 people that are here, which one is awake. And you're hopeful that it's your favourite aunt or that one cousin you're actually close to. But then you realize it doesn't matter whom it is- they're going to love you and they're going to greet you, full name and everything. And the kitchen light is dimmed for the people in the next room are sleeping still. And we whisper back and forth for the people in the room behind us are sleeping still. He asks you, 'Aren't you hungry? I can whi
The morning after and I can still taste your bitter in my mouth. Your forced sweet nothings bounce and echo in my head. Your scent rests lightly on my skin- in and out of my body just like the night before. The feigned looks of interest and pleasure on your face scan my retinas. I laughed each time you screamed her name, each time you looked down at me and saw her face.. each time you kissed me and tasted her. You displayed your anger and took it out on me. She pissed you off and i got the consequences. As meaningful it was to you, it meant nothing to me.
Hunter F. Greene and Me by peacelovedreadlocks, literature
Literature
Hunter F. Greene and Me
She always had two names for me. There was a Hunter F. Greene, and then there was me. Cute, right? Well, thats what I thought at first anyway.
Night after night, shed yell, Whyd you have to go and fuck up like you always do, Hunter! And then Id say, Quit calling me Hunter! Thats NOT my name! Shed march out of the room, It is now, motherfucker.
But she loved me. She loved me, may she call me by a name she made up or my actual name.
And she only seemed to call me Hunter when we were fighting. Its almost as if she doesnt want to believe that we werent pe
talking not quite enough she said, listening to songs that made things even worse.
get in the car, and she starts vomiting these words that mean more to you than anything.
laying in my bed, our heads twisting together forming monsters that can found from under my bed.
this girls hand in mine, kissing over and over in bright light and at red stop lights. picking her up and taking her home, going to different beds at night.
drinking with friends running out of time, but we've got the rest of our lives yet feeling so rushed.
its just the hush sound playing from her stereo making her feel this way.
we're best friends, the wh
Writing words across your face, tearing back the pages day by day.
Asking you questions you never wanted to answer,
false accusations that were always made.
I don't blame you for walking away, i'd do the same.
Those days coverd in blankets in your bed,
never once touching me is what scared me.
You never made sense and you were best friends with the cheshire.
And i guess i was never good enough to be your alice,
the looking glass was wrong.
The carpenter made a fool out of you, drowning you in alcohol.
Falling down the hole wasn't good enough either,
but she caught me, every part of me falling apart in the sky.
I grew up in blankets of kitchen floors- the pale yellow squares of linoleum covering me, wrapping around my body. We crashed into one another and the feeling became normal after the third or fourth time. I can't remember which for the days overlap in my memory's eye. I laid there, slowly closing my eyes as I felt the warmth take over me. The corners of my lips slowing turning upward as the hospital's arms took me inside.
I grew up in layer's of the hospital. The white wash walls took me into their norm, made it my home. The hands uncovered my body and saw the scars of the childless childhood. I walked around naked in the hallways of your bo