Stefanie Fontker Poems

You would taste differently
If you didn't swallow
Every single thing
You own, or don't own
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Your passion disturbs
My calm waters
And stirs my heart
Into oblivion I flee
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The idiotic musings
Of a paranoid fascist
I could not hold you
Even if I was born to
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She soaks through
Those walls of yours
Disguised as foresight
That were long ago
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My pain is my own
I would not share it
With even the most
Eager-to-please beings
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Unable to miss you
Would you weep
At my heartless
And cold admission
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Easy to manipulate
Easier to fool
A lovely girl
Is not lovely when
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Your lies are sweet kisses
Upon my forehead, and drowsy
I become at your deep sigh.
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Would you let me touch it,
The hurt that has poked holes
Into your locked heart?
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These are radical moments
And insanely heated
Words that tumble from
My ever bleeding mouth
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