Poem #72

Click, click did my heels
against those stairs but your
ears were unable to hear me
2 o’clock in the morning,
must be boring following me
in your car, begging me to get
in when you could be holding
her legs like a necklace. Hope it
suffocates you next time.

I don’t know what’s colder,
this night or your betrayal.
I don’t know what’s harder,
crying in front of you or
seeing her in my spot.

I had to get away, I couldn’t listen
to you beg. I started running through
the tunnel, in the middle on the white
line. The drivers had more compassion
for my misery than you did. At the end
of the tunnel I didn’t see the light, it
was still night but I found beauty in
the darkness.

Click, click sounded my heels against
the street. My legs weren’t hurting
nearly as much as my heart so I was
sure I won’t be getting into that
fucking car.

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Poem #71

Let me take you to the hill from which
I watched the sunset when I was a kid.
Let me show you the little abandoned
street where I used to rollerblade and
the park where I was first kissed.

Let me take you out to the club where
I first danced like no one was watching
and to the place where I last saw my
first, big love. I’ll let you read the notebook
where I wrote verses about him.

I’ll take you down the road of the memories
of the moments I never wanted to end
and if you relive them through my words
those moments will get strength and never fade.

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Poem #70

Touch me like it’s the first time you
get to touch anybody. Kiss every corner
of my body. Let’s go out dancing like
we just learned how to walk. Let’s
just love like teenagers promising to
never let go.

Let them look, think we are insane.
Tonight I’m living of the air you breathe
and not from what evil mouths say.
Adulthood is were love gets serious
so let’s just love like teenagers.

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Poem #69

I had my heart broken once and I’ve been
breaking them ever since. A little retaliation
for a man’s sin. Couldn’t get back at him so I
turned against his kind. Who are you to call
me a monster if in my shoes you never walked
a mile?

Is this what I wanted? It never was and never
will be but circumstances are the mother of
unfortunate consequences. He ripped my chest
opened, thought my heart was a toy. Now I just
preach what he taught.

When I told him he created so much anger inside
me I had to kill him or take my anger out on every
man to come after him, he said to go for it. If any of my
exes want revenge for what I’ve done to them, just send
a message and you’ll get the bastards’ name and address.

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Poem #68

Wouldn’t I refuse to breathe if
I refused to write?
Wouldn’t they stop my heart if they
took my pen away?
Aren’t they making fun of me by laughing
at the verses I so impulsively write?
What would I be without this little gift
and curse of never ending flow of words?

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Poem #67

All of this search for someone to fill
this empty space you left besides me made
me realize one thing clearly.
If I find someone like you, I will end up in
the same place looking for another strike
to mess with my heart and sheets.
I should start looking for someone to love me
insanely and passionately the way I loved you.

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Poem #66

All of those scared little girls are
turning into strong, fearless, fierce
women taking control over their lives
and how does the world respond.
They call us bitches.

They are the scared boys who need a woman
afraid of them to feel like men. They are the
women who are scared to step into everything
they can absolutely be. They are the society filled
with prejudice and intoxicated by inequality.

They call us that because we no longer
live under the fist of a male world,
because we covered the world in glass
when we broke the fucking ceiling,
because we no longer hide our intelligence
nor do we keep our mouth shut.
We are just getting louder, smarter,
stronger and more connected.

If that means being a bitch, don’t worry
the word doesn’t insult us. We are claiming
it, we are taking it as a compliment.

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