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Enough
A Poem by
The Things She Noted
He tells me he has sisters He wouldn’t hurt me They say what if it was your mother? Don’t you have a daughter? Why does empathy ..
Need You to Want Me
A Poem by
The Things She Noted
You tell me to take it easy But when you’re in between my thighs You want it rough Hard You want me to belittle myself Make myself smaller ..
Sick Again
A Poem by
The Things She Noted
I want to reach into my chest and crack my ribs like a wishbone Slipped out from your dinner Chocking on my flesh Too thick Cut that fat off Hold..
Gemini Sits in Moon
A Poem by
The Things She Noted
My Gemini sits in moon Scorpio is always rising Still have more days to ruin Which ones I’m still deciding I hope to see you soon My tuli..
Is this Love
A Poem by
The Things She Noted
I yearn for you in a way I did not think possible for myself How my heart aches Beneath my ribs How my stomach feels empty And sick The way my fi..
Blame the Muse
A Poem by
The Things She Noted
You were always one to blame the muse The silence in seduction Brought you to your knees The curve of belly fat Melting into your minutes Violent..
Sacrifice Today
A Poem by
The Things She Noted
Poetry or a story? Not sure too high to see past myself and my words
Move Over, I’m Moving On
A Poem by
The Things She Noted
I saw that you were pregnant Jenny’s getting married Mary bought her first house But we’re only 25 Are we not too young A picture pos..
Wayward Daughter
A Story by
The Things She Noted
And I’ll leave this town behind Like I did the last And the one before that Though this time may be different Because I liked the way the wa..
Madness, Sadness, Sleepless
A Poem by
The Things She Noted
I want to scream until my rage blinds me I want to grab my hair from where it grows at the scalp and rip it hard Wrap it up in my fists like boxer t..
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