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Pretending to be Grown Up

Jan 25, 2010, 5:09:56 PM by ~MessyMistakes
Literature / Poetry / Human Nature / Free Verse

_{She's sitting on the dirty bed,
dragging from unlit cigarettes.
Her fingers are curled into the
pillow.Her eyes rimmed with
smudged black eyeliner
and her lips a red smear
shes puffing imaginary smoke
rings into the the reflection in
the mirror.

She maybe thought she loved him,
yes those words might have passed
her parted lips. But they can't be
held against her, she was under the
influence of lust.With his dark
smouldering eyes and mischevious
smirk. And his crisp white button down
shirts that are now patterned
with her lip print kisses.

She glances with hooded eyes at
the steamy glass door of the shower.
She can faintly see the outline of his
body, muscular and masculine.
A faint blush rises in her cheeks
and she wraps the thin coverlet
closer around her body.
Her toes are painted a bright pink
and seem too innocent to belong
to a body that did what she just
did.

Her stomach feels hollow, like
she just ate a huge dinner of nothing.
She places on hand above her
navel to make sure her tummy
still exists. Her hands are cold
to the touch and that now reminds
her of him touching her
so she stops and yet again inhales
from the cigarette.
Watching the invisible smoke
wisp up into the cracks in the ceiling.

"What are you doing?"
His voice causes her to jump
a bit but she quickly regains her
composure. She stares at him
with her big brown eyes. Wraps her
lips once more around the cigarette.

"I'm pretending to be grown up"}

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_{Innocence was overated anyway.}

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sing me a lullabye
baby like you use to
when you still tucked
in your shirts.

Hold me like you
use to when you
still wore your
ties to bed.

Love me baby,
like you use to
when you trusted me.

Kiss me like you use
to,
when you still thought
I would never hurt you.one by ~MessyMistakes

En Retard.

Summer flutters
into cool falls
winds
leaving chapped
lips kissing
to keep warm.

Picture frames
remain empty, the
camera forgotten
on the floor.

Buttered rum
chilled on the
kitchen counter
and the t.v.
left on decended
into background
noise.

Girls numbers
crunch underfoot
their lipstick
signing their
signature.

Names neglected
on the answering
machine clink
in time to the
ice in the tumbler.

Poor me another
drink baby. you
won't be home
tonight.En Retard. by ~MessyMistakes

Room Service
Breathing crystal
clouds made from
the memories of
beautiful creatures.

Their sweet breathy
sighs on the
opposite side of the
pillow, their locks
cascading down dark
slim silhouettes,
their eyelashes
like water.

Forever rotten under
your spell.

Dry tears pour like
whiskey down their
throats. Burning
esophageal like
lit gasoline.

Eyes dead from abrasive
winds bat lyrics from
funeral.

Tongues stilled in
empty mouths
kiss numbly like
frozen fingers
fumbling for the
undergarment.

The room's is hazy
from your late father's
cigars. When the maid
changes your sheets.
Will they be stained
with Room Service by ~MessyMistakes

Lies
Eye lashes

fluttering

drunk on
sililoquies

of still hazy

thoughts.

Lips expelling

white

lies
and

babies breath, whispering
no more lusty than

crashing waves.

Embraced by the

stolen winds

of forgotten sails,

comforted by the secret

dark of nightmares.

Writing promises
in a deceiving
hand
to be send away
on the backs of

off-white doves.

A secluded

slap

on the
cheek proven
more sincere
than the kiss
you left on her face.Lies by ~MessyMistakes

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oh my my

Nov 20, 2011, 5:21:57 PM by ~MessyMistakes
Journals / Personal

_{Zip me up in leather
and l a c e.
Lips blooming under a
pair of too big dark shades
that keep slipping off the
edge of my nose.
It's the vibrations beneath
this motorcycles seat
that leave me tickled pink
and blushing
for you.
In high heeled
boots and
absinthe,
absent of all
common sense,
my mascara writing poetry
on your forarms.

" Too strange to live, too rare to die"}

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_{I like the writing on the edges of
forgotten love notes to ex lovers,
I like the feeling of warm rain on
bare skin. I am the girl you will
find writing frantically on napkins
because she won't remember it
later. I am the girl you will see
on a gloomy day poring over
dusty books in old bookstores.}

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~CelineDGD Jan 12, 2012

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