We fuck like dirty dishes



This isn’t what we wanted but we can’t keep our filthy fuckin pasts clean

We pretend to be who we are in each other’s arms

Washing the sheets after each lie

And I cry

Leaving fresh mascara stains on the pillows

Then I lay wide awake

You fall fast sleep

And I think about everything

How I’m too timid and weak

You’re always strong and proud

How you trust in none and I trust in all

How you fight being loved and I always fall

How you were never worth it so you push me away

And how I was always 'heartless' so I refuse to stay

How we pretend to be who we want to be

Knowing who we are not

How this isn’t what we wanted

But we can’t keep our fifthly fucking futures clean



Author's Notes/Comments: 

ahh the end of the year, the day I go through all the old unfinished poems and try and get as many as I can posted! lucky for you no? :p

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Beavis's picture


Great snapshots! Like looking through photos of a relationship! LOVE the title!

running_with_rabbits's picture

I like the title more than

I like the title more than the poem, I feel like the title desrves to have a new poem written for it ;)


and more liek snap shots of what happens when a relationship is over and then both parties try and pretend they can be fuck buddies....just doesn't work

Much Love


nightlight1220's picture

I love it. This captures

I love it. This captures trying to be a picture of what you think a relationship is supposed to be...not what one really is. Its a lot of the reason why people break up...always thinking it is supposed to be something more than what it is. If you don't like it it makes it a lot easier...just leave.


...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."

"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "


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Much Love