Have you ever noticed how wanting burns you up from the inside out? Like one moment I am whole, but then I hear your voice on the phone and I swear to god three blocks away from here they can smell smoke.
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The Dogs I Have Kissed
Known for her eponymous blog and her confessional style of writing, this is Trista Mateer's second collection of poetry. REVIEW: "The Dogs I Have Kissed is the kind of book you could read in one sitting and the kind of book you want to tuck underneath yo
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It is so easy to make monsters out of the people I have loved.
My hands are still shaking from nights spent not knowing how to want you.
I was carving my name into your side and you were calling me soft, calling me gentle. I do not think you were paying attention.
Today I accidentally told someone that I love you.
And this wasn’t supposed to be a fucked up poem but it’s turning into a fucked up poem because I haven’t been able to cum in three years without thinking of his hips sliding into mine: like first base, like second base, like third base, like home.
Sometimes I want to apologize for wanting you out loud, like too many people know the reasons I am going to have laugh lines.
She subscribes to the bible of mouth to mouth (and gin, and sweat). She makes me want to ransack my own temple.
Sometimes I think I resented you so much it felt like love.
I will greet you with a mouth full of barbed wire until you learn to stop coming after me with your hands.
can we say goodbye again? i miss the way you rip me open.
I have been told that girls always fall for men like their fathers, but I found it a hard concept to grasp when he was always gone and I grew up on radio static and blackberry preserves.