POETRY

By raining-

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a lot of poems i spend my free time writing, xoxo. (lowercase intended) ©raining- More

welcome
coconut
you
cued
act
leave
you
happy
sun
lollipop tears
see
please
left
shine
bee
falling
i love you
red
coffee
xx
beat
poison
addicted
place
drip
trust
her,
eyes
fly
liar
bland
goodbye
cigarettes
pastel lies
river
dont leave
hers
leave
night
our romance
stay
car
anxiety
on my mind
real
boy
homeless
galaxy
her (again)
volcanic
eclectic
her (for like the 4th time bc i cant seem to get over girls)
stars
sleep
lips
i'm out of ideas
bruises
broke
sucker for pain
beast
panic !
misery
flower
lips
angel
power
grass
window
please
blue
night
i wish
i believed him
girls
flow
lost
tired
i
i like it when you sleep, for you are so beautiful, yet so unaware
black
forgetting
i dont know what this is
love
glass
the end of a love
the end of a love pt 2
colors draft
broken jar
alive
mythical
fire
sad boys
self destruction
wild things
lovee
i signed a petition of pain when i first met you
speak lilac words that shatter my heart
the stars
this is not poetry
slam poem: the art of writing
💫
a grave meeting
just kids
a gift only i can give
the sun loved the moon
the true meaning of love is
NOTICE

inspiration

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By raining-

slam my head against the backboard of my bed while massaging my broken down bones

kiss me under the moonlight with cigarettes in your hands, and the smoke releasing all that you held in pain

let the wind break away every unloved emotion you've ever felt and cleanse your painted-black lungs which match your colored nails

and let me save you with the broken words that escape my chewed swollen mouth from kissing you and only you,  and the nervous words that escape my it will curse my name and scream as i bite my lip with metallic tastes of pain; slipping down my chin and a remorseful will to live.

because you aren't okay

and neither am i

but, as i was taught in 3rd grade math; two halves make a whole

and together, i guess we could manage to scrap by.  we could carve the days the managed not to kill ourselves in our bedroom walls; while screaming in our blue depressed rooms

only a thin set of air between our breaths and a hitch in my throat could make anyone move the slightest bit closer to let the air between us turn to nothing and be replaced with air that we share

and the more we kiss the more your lungs fade to a pretty-pink color and the more my scars on my lips will turn to white invisible marks; and to never be messed with again

and hopefully that one night we sat in the chilled air, with your jacket over my shoulders and your lips in my neck could take me back to every time i spent with her; and how her lips felt only half as soft and her jackets were never as warm

your words; which were promised with hands swaying over my body and smoke snaking out if your lips; will always be held dear to me and your black lungs will always be my favorite shade

just take me to a tree and kiss me under the stars, let us lay in the branches and hold every good emotion that swayed through our plum-colored bloodstream

while finally, holding my heart in your hands, with invisible tattoos of promises you swore to keep

and a tree of roots holding down my hands and your shaded black lungs always improving our plans

//i'm sad and nostalgic

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