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I'm a forlorn, little bundle of overused muscles tied together with metaxalone... I am one of those people that spends the bulk of our lives recapitulating old conflicts, trying to undo the damage that was inflicted on us as children. But most of us never do it. I mean, if I understand what I'm doing, why can't I just stop doing it? But what am I doing exactly? I'm better then I was, but I'm not the Statue of Liberty. Sometimes I think I'm a different person to everyone. Sometimes people know me, sometimes they don't. Anyone who tries to tell you exactly who I am, they don't know me at all. I like to sing in the shower for about ten minutes, or however long it takes me to notice that my socks are still on my feet. I like chewing on ice. I am dyslexic and hate those 'enter the letter' verifications. I hate my period. I like to listen, it's what I do best. I hate silence, silence is no gold to me. I love my coffee, and I love my cigarettes, I love that my point shoes are on my wall, not my feet. I love my cat, though I'm still convinced I am a dog person! I like to love from my fingertips, dance from my heart, write from my head, and talk out my ass. I love to hate the government and go out of my way to love John Lennon, may he rest. Wish I was part of the anti-war movement. I believe I was born 34 years late and that I should have hit my prime in the 70's along with the music, the hippies, the love, and the drugs. I wish I was 2 inches taller and I don't like sweet foods. I love the fashion scene and I do buy over priced bags, sunglasses, shoes with money that I don't have.)

The Best Poem Of Kate Nielsen

For D

I wrote this when I was 16, I had just found out that my boyfriend at the time was diagnosed with cancer. He had just moved clear across the country because his father found a better job. I couldn't even attend his funeral.

I don't know why but I wake up with you on my mind and I miss, I want your kiss to follow me back to your car down the street to your old house where we lay outside for hours staring up at the stars, the flowers you bought for me spread around our entwined legs. And I feel your breathing, you're holding me close. You are asleep and I'm awake and no one knows and no one knows the right spots and no one could do it like you could. You were my drug, my high I will never see again feel again touch and taste. I want your face, your head against my shoulder. Your intense stare that scared me in a way that I could feel comfortable, we lived in a cage of yellow roses it could only fit two. But you left leaving thorns like barbed wire I couldn't reach out to anyone when we caught fire. You burnt to the ground, do you even exist? You were my prince now I'm left with a list of people that will never be you. one by one all getting shot till the list is empty and I'm he last one, I'm the last to die how long do I wait, do you feel the same? Is it fait? Or am I just crazy like you always told me then hugged me tightly. Your smile warmed my day and we still just lay in the blanket under the stars our legs entwined the same as before and before. You were my comfy couch, we fit just right, you're out of sight. And I sit here crying...

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