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By ZeroSometimes she thinks about math.
She wonders if there's an equation for her depression.
The number of times you cut yourself today squared,
minus the unhealed wounds from the day before
by the number of days this week you felt pretty.
The total meals you threw up in the last month
multiplied by the pounds you didn't starve off
by the number of times you told the truth about it.
The mean of the slurs hurled at you by strangers
and the ones flung by friends
by the number of people you know who love you.
She was never good at math.
She forgets you can't divide by zero.
the pills don't workA few weeks ago
my doctor called me
"You have a
with the tendencies of an insomniacthe loneliest part of her day
is going to sleep
knowing when she wakes up
she'll still be
She called me Ma'am. He called me Miss.The bank called today, trying to sell you life insurance. You let them babble because it's their job and you couldn't get a word in edgewise and you're too polite to simply hang up. When the woman on the other line finishes her spiel you tell her you're not interested, but she insists so you listen. Letting her speak for another minute couldn't hurt, right?
She starts telling you how you should be prepared in the case of a sudden death. Car crashes, drowning, equipment malfunction, cancer, disease contracted overseas, covered. You aren't going to buy this insurance but you want to ask if suicide was covered under it anyway.
But you weren't planning on dying. Not today, anyway. Not for a while. You stopped that.
She transfers you to another associate. You tell him he's wasting his time, because you simply aren't interested and don't have the need for this program.
He lists off some statistics. The number of people who die in accidents every year. What the average funeral costs in Canada
it was cold when I woke upI long to trace invisible trails
across your face, like wind
I yearn to feel your heartbeat
cuddled up against your chest
I crave all of your kisses
I ache to give you mine
Wishing upon a falling star
I'll sing you lullabies
Ninety-EightI want you here on my darkest nights
when razor blades can't scare the frights
and scars aren't enough to face my fears
haunting, taunting all of these years
I want you here on my brightest days
when sun shines dim under my rays
and our laughter comes in fits and starts
prancing, dancing never apart
I want you here for everything
The good and bad, the in between
You're HomeThe only place I know I'm safe
Is someplace I may never be
If home is where the heart is
I'm still living overseas
Red PenShe has a red pen, holds it close
Reminded of a boy
She plays with it but not his heart
A heart is not a toy
Sometimes she writes and stops herself
Afraid, for ink runs dry
Superstitious mind, she reasons
Red pens, like love, can die
She saves the pen, saving the ink
Never once she forgets
By losing it she loses him
Her heart is in his debt
i always was the girl who danced with thunderthey've issued
a flash flood warning
and i am thinking
about our legs
tangled like tree
roots beneath the
the screen door
doesn't latch anymore
and the wind is
trying to tear it
away and i am
listening to it
scream and hearing
you say my name.
the roads are wet
and treacherous and
all i am thinking about
is you and your
wet lips slippery tongue
roadside teeth in my
skin and the sky is
falling down around
--all of these warnings
are just another metaphor
Devotion to an AngelI want to believe in hope
And second chances
And the words walking off of your tongue
It took months for the walls to come down
And once the light shone in
My angel just flew away.
I couldn’t imagine
Ever coming forth from you
But there is always weakness
And if I’m not the one
There to ease your worried mind
Will you fill my place
With someone else’s lips?
I can wait a thousand seasons
For your sweet face to come back to me
But my heart
Can’t handle a lie
If I’m simply to be replaced on a whim.
My very soul will fracture
If you choose to move on
Without ever letting me have
Just one more shot
To be everything you’ll ever need.
Not a single crumb
Will ever touch my lips again
Not a single drop of water.
I will shrivel away and die
The day my angel never wants me again.
You don’t hear my heart
Screaming out your name
Or maybe you’re just afraid
But I will never harm you,
Two Makes Three (Tord X Matt) (MPreg) 6 LAST Two months past and it was the day before, the baby was coming and Tord was now leaving. Matt stood in the door way, watching Tord pack up. Tord went to the mirror putting his hat on, when he saw Matt, with tears in his eyes. He turned around sighing, "For the last time, I'll be fine" he said.
Matt nodded. He ran to Tord's arms hugging him tightly. Tord kissed Matt's forehead, "I'll be fine, dont worry." Matt sniffed, "o - okay." Tord continued to hug Matt until he calmed down. Soon they heard a car horn from the front door. The lovers looked out the window and saw Tord's ride. Matt was about to cry again, "be safe" he told him. Tord smiled, "i will." He then leaned down to their son, "i'll do it for you and your mother." Tord sallowed, "i'll see you soon." He looked at Matt, "i'll be back." Matt saw Tord leaving to the car. When he was a distance gone, Matt sighed, "see you."
Edd felt bad for Matt. "Matt he'll be fine" He said. Matt sniffed, "i know" and went to his
i found youone
magpie for sorrow
magpies for joy;
magpies for my hands
on the edge of the
magpies for your hands
Rose-Colored GlassesI'd hate to think of you
In a light that isn't red
I'd rather not color you
Black and white
Gray, dull, and dead
I don't wanna diminish us
With rose-colored glasses
I don't wanna finish us
Brush it off as impassive
There is a second shoe
I'm waiting for the drop
A storms coming through
The lightning strikes
Counting till the bass stops
Brain-dead holding my breath
I'm snow on television
Creativity put to death
Painting you with no precision
Silence deafening the fight
You're static to me
You're ignorance impolite
You're words unsaid
You can't bother to agree
I've given up my time
And my voice of reason
All I want is what's mine
And to forget this treason
Flush RedSilly expressions so warm, so flush, tender red
Hearty smiles, eager eyes, colourful mind
Cheerful chuckles, crisp yellow youth
What is the voice of your expressions?
Shattered egos of yesterday’s blues
Formless changes do resolve broken hearts
What I’ve changed exclusively for you
What are the echoes of my resolve?
Endless thoughts of intents snow white
Weakly panting do cheeks nervously sing
Times ago, times now, times forever
What is the rhythm of your eternity?
You Weren't a ConvenienceYou told me to find something I want,
not something that was convenient
for the nights when I was lonely.
It struck me hard because
I never thought of you as convenient,
I just always thought of you
and how you made me feel.
Never once did I use your chapped lips
to fill an empty void in my heart.
You told me to go find something that I love
and baby, all I see is you.
Two Makes Three (Tord X Matt) (MPreg) 4
Matt's eyes shot wide open when he heard a knock. "Matt!" Tom yelled, "hurry and eat breakfast so we could find the gender!" Matt got up happily he almost forgot he was going to find that out today! Tord woke up by Mattt's squealing. Tord groaned, "keep it down please" he told him. Matt leaned down to kiss hi scheek, "today we're going to find out the gender" he told him. Tord smiled. "what are you wanting it to be?" he asked, Matt thought, "a- a boy? im not sure with whatever baby im having is fine." Tord kissed Matt, "well lets eat so we could go."
Mattt bust the front door, "YAAAAAAAY! ITS A BOY!" Tom grabbed some pictures that Matt had of the baby. Edd came to look to, "well he certainly small for being seven months." Matt smiled, "that means he only has two more months!" He hugged Edd and Tom, "IM SO HAPPY!"
Tom saw Tord was looking at other papers, Tom escaped from the hug and went to Tord, "whats that?" he asked, "non of your bussines
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