PoetryForAll

I guess after months of wearing them, the gas masks became like a hat or a coat. You'd put it on before venturing out because you needed it, no hesitation whatsoever. Same thing with the safety goggles. No one argued that they were, in fact, for our safety. ** Sure, I doubted that you could die from just a lungful of air, of fresh air, because, come on, it was safe yesterday, so why not today? But that was before we all watched Adam, hooked up to a breathing apparatus, (in the beginning, we joked about him being a cyborg; he laughed with us between coughing fits) his lungs shredding with every breath until his voice disappeared, one vowel

This ring upon my finger chokes my bone to the core and starves my heart- I ache for something real, a sign that you will cherish me always and forever. (♥)

1. you don't. at least, not at first, not for you; you sit in the back of the room and kind of admire the way their laugh shakes their shoulders back and forth, rhythmic mimicry found unrhyming, unrehearsed.   it's refreshing, you think. and slowly maybe you realize that hey, they aren't too bad looking and hey, you kind of like the way their eyes dart away if you catch them looking at you, and hey. you feel your heartbeat for the first time in years. 2. you think you might like them. kind of. maybe. you really don't know, but you like to think you do (because if you wish hard enough some fairy godmother you know doesn't ex

I still hear you in my bones. Scraping and scratching a song against my veins, keep digging into the blood until it covers your face— pierce thoroughly than fingertips and nails so I won't hear anymore of your graveyard romances.