Submissions by EveAteRedApples
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Hey, Jealousy
My insecurities aren't a flattering look
and I try not to let them show
but you know me better than that
We aren't fucking
and you know why
you've added notches
to your belt since we last touched
and I've kept my legs closed
cause I've learnt through experience
getting under someone
isn't the right way
to get over someone
And lets be honest
I'm not so exciting these days
I'm not up for fucking
in public places
or letting you film me
while we do it
I'm scared holding me down ...
and I try not to let them show
but you know me better than that
We aren't fucking
and you know why
you've added notches
to your belt since we last touched
and I've kept my legs closed
cause I've learnt through experience
getting under someone
isn't the right way
to get over someone
And lets be honest
I'm not so exciting these days
I'm not up for fucking
in public places
or letting you film me
while we do it
I'm scared holding me down ...
#love
#lust
#hurt
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Between heaven and hell
I knew you'd be bad for me
when we fell in love
but told myself your chaos
was a ride I could get off any time
Your darkness was a slow hell
I knew how to manage
when you slipped into that abyss
with beautiful rarity
You fucked like heaven
and I lived for every part of you
that reminded me
I was so exquisitely alive
when the other half of me
was dead inside
But there's no high
I could ride
that would temper your darkness
when addiction held you tighter
than my love ...
when we fell in love
but told myself your chaos
was a ride I could get off any time
Your darkness was a slow hell
I knew how to manage
when you slipped into that abyss
with beautiful rarity
You fucked like heaven
and I lived for every part of you
that reminded me
I was so exquisitely alive
when the other half of me
was dead inside
But there's no high
I could ride
that would temper your darkness
when addiction held you tighter
than my love ...
#love
#breakup
#alcohol
#addiction
#DomesticViolence
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f**k you and your romantic wonderland
You act like this isn't hard for me
like I'm not brimming with things
that want to bubble over
I am a fucking pillar of self control
and you are a spineless man child
that doesn't want to deal
with the consequences of his actions
Sometimes I fucking hate you so much
I want to see your face smashed in
and I want to be the one to do it
And sometimes I miss the way
your arms held me with an illusion of safety
that wasn't ever really safe
we were both just good at pretending it was
You light up my...
like I'm not brimming with things
that want to bubble over
I am a fucking pillar of self control
and you are a spineless man child
that doesn't want to deal
with the consequences of his actions
Sometimes I fucking hate you so much
I want to see your face smashed in
and I want to be the one to do it
And sometimes I miss the way
your arms held me with an illusion of safety
that wasn't ever really safe
we were both just good at pretending it was
You light up my...
#breakup
#conflict
#DomesticViolence
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6 Comments
where did you go?
I’m a shadow of the person I used to be
but I think you’ve always been a ghost
an internal suicide decades old
making me nothing more
than a temporary necromancer of love
and I wanted to know you beneath the addictions
I thought I could hold without going under
but I’m one cigarette too late
and you’re one too many beers past being
someone I can talk to
I don’t know who you are
when you slice the space between us to pieces
throw your hands in the air and promise me
you can’t change
reminiscing about...
but I think you’ve always been a ghost
an internal suicide decades old
making me nothing more
than a temporary necromancer of love
and I wanted to know you beneath the addictions
I thought I could hold without going under
but I’m one cigarette too late
and you’re one too many beers past being
someone I can talk to
I don’t know who you are
when you slice the space between us to pieces
throw your hands in the air and promise me
you can’t change
reminiscing about...
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Dear Rachael
I’ve been saying goodbye to sleep
and edible choices
it’s not the same now you’re gone
less a prison of four walls and a locked door
than the tragedy of your own mind
your tears run through the eye of the storm
amid the non-existent hurricane you’ve been driving though
swerving for the birds, screaming at them to stop
to stop stealing your thoughts
there’s a little girl without a mother
“she’s been seeing things [that aren’t there]”
bad men and a changeling faery story
her little girl is everywhere but in her head
...
and edible choices
it’s not the same now you’re gone
less a prison of four walls and a locked door
than the tragedy of your own mind
your tears run through the eye of the storm
amid the non-existent hurricane you’ve been driving though
swerving for the birds, screaming at them to stop
to stop stealing your thoughts
there’s a little girl without a mother
“she’s been seeing things [that aren’t there]”
bad men and a changeling faery story
her little girl is everywhere but in her head
...
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flatten the atmosphere
flatten the atmosphere
and we'll try and fill the spaces in between
you're not who I thought you were
your words stick in my memory
so hard to swallow
when you're lynching my breathe
in marijuana paranoia
I slid into the sarcastic night
like skinny dipping in the rain
easily and with a smile
while you reeked of insecurity
as my clenched fist playfully connected
with a pretty player’s face
I'm adrift in your haze reddened eyes
a crimson women at some moralistic low
when I thought you knew me better
than to believe...
and we'll try and fill the spaces in between
you're not who I thought you were
your words stick in my memory
so hard to swallow
when you're lynching my breathe
in marijuana paranoia
I slid into the sarcastic night
like skinny dipping in the rain
easily and with a smile
while you reeked of insecurity
as my clenched fist playfully connected
with a pretty player’s face
I'm adrift in your haze reddened eyes
a crimson women at some moralistic low
when I thought you knew me better
than to believe...
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2 Comments
strange little lies
we’re not as broken as we think we are
but when the lights go out, I’m still a bitch
a pretty little cock tease
a lonely little attention whore
I sleep to dream of you
I wake and search for your face
that will never lie beside mine
because attachment is a dirty word
we’re a friendship born of darkness
and a long list of medical words
that box us in and stamp us insane
I miss you, my non-lover
and the guilt vibrates my bones
with things I don’t understand
I fuck and leave
never letting the sunlight hit my...
but when the lights go out, I’m still a bitch
a pretty little cock tease
a lonely little attention whore
I sleep to dream of you
I wake and search for your face
that will never lie beside mine
because attachment is a dirty word
we’re a friendship born of darkness
and a long list of medical words
that box us in and stamp us insane
I miss you, my non-lover
and the guilt vibrates my bones
with things I don’t understand
I fuck and leave
never letting the sunlight hit my...
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3 Comments
it's not a mercy
he’s got a voice like darkness
that whispers a suicide pact in my ear
and in my younger years
I would have glorified that ending
in two guns and blood splattered on the walls
I can’t live for today
so let me live for tomorrow
where the sun might slip through the storm clouds
and light up the highway candles away from hell
I’m in and I’m under and I want to go home
to where the grass is still green
and the memories of the forgotten
are intact and remembered
there’s an angel in the snow
that’s...
that whispers a suicide pact in my ear
and in my younger years
I would have glorified that ending
in two guns and blood splattered on the walls
I can’t live for today
so let me live for tomorrow
where the sun might slip through the storm clouds
and light up the highway candles away from hell
I’m in and I’m under and I want to go home
to where the grass is still green
and the memories of the forgotten
are intact and remembered
there’s an angel in the snow
that’s...
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it's so dark inside
I dared to touch the blackness
and it stared right back into me
put a shadow on my soul
and left me breathless on the floor
it’s there during the sleepless nights
like a void in the ceiling
pulling my soul upwards and into what might be
hell
the blue sky swims with eternity
and my heartbeat stamps down erratically
in my chest
telling me to just look away
and still I stare up into the void
wondering how it got there
wondering why I am here
and how do I get there
because it's not a...
and it stared right back into me
put a shadow on my soul
and left me breathless on the floor
it’s there during the sleepless nights
like a void in the ceiling
pulling my soul upwards and into what might be
hell
the blue sky swims with eternity
and my heartbeat stamps down erratically
in my chest
telling me to just look away
and still I stare up into the void
wondering how it got there
wondering why I am here
and how do I get there
because it's not a...
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8 Comments
2nd cycle
by Eve and Nathaniel Daniels Danielson (noonenothingnone)
I’ve got you cut into my arm
bruised lips pressed hard against mine
cut under our own blades
hand around throat
soft
slowly tense
and feel you stiffen under the grip
gun barrel points towards heaven
nothing to the east
the sun is nothing
finger nails scarring flesh
pulling us closer
dizzy air and dripping lust
held tight in your embrace
don’t let go yet
I want the pure heat
no warmth
the sun is nothing to me
brand my skin...
I’ve got you cut into my arm
bruised lips pressed hard against mine
cut under our own blades
hand around throat
soft
slowly tense
and feel you stiffen under the grip
gun barrel points towards heaven
nothing to the east
the sun is nothing
finger nails scarring flesh
pulling us closer
dizzy air and dripping lust
held tight in your embrace
don’t let go yet
I want the pure heat
no warmth
the sun is nothing to me
brand my skin...
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take me into the abyss
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6 Comments
don't ask, don't tell
the things I hated
I’ve learned to love
wrapped up in my secret games
don’t ask
don’t ask
don’t ask
and today, like every other day
he didn’t ask
and I am saved from having
to bare my darkness
for his eyes to see
my desire to confess overpowered
only by my desire to hide
behind my defences
he’s a little lost boy
wandering alone in the dark
with more secrets then sense
and I’ve morphed into someone
I can’t bear to show him
just as he can't bear to show me
his darkness inside
we...
I’ve learned to love
wrapped up in my secret games
don’t ask
don’t ask
don’t ask
and today, like every other day
he didn’t ask
and I am saved from having
to bare my darkness
for his eyes to see
my desire to confess overpowered
only by my desire to hide
behind my defences
he’s a little lost boy
wandering alone in the dark
with more secrets then sense
and I’ve morphed into someone
I can’t bear to show him
just as he can't bear to show me
his darkness inside
we...
860 reads
4 Comments
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