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Head cupped gently in hands,

rested on her scraped knees.

Gently rocking away

the latest break

in the fabric of her equilibrium 

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Three deep breaths,

a final tear travells the curves of her face

 slipping into the crevices of her lips

a taste of the salt that sustains and drives her  

... 

Three deep breaths,

a pause, and the arch of her neck

drags her head skywards

the blurry clouds and foggy mememories

blend into resolve 

... 

Three deep breaths,

Arms release shoulders drop,

its time.

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Three deep breaths,

she slides up the wall,

her diamond eyes

focused on a point of light 

 ...

Three deep breaths,

She thrusts herself off the comforting wall 

Fists like anchors,

she pulls up the life from the ground 

... 

One deep breath,

she screams in the name of her reserection 

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Broken in all the right places,

off she walks like a queen 

Loving her pain...

                                       what is perfect?

what is perfect can you talk to it will it talk back

What is perfect can it look up at the night sky so black 

What is perfect can you walk with it will it walk besides you

What is perfect can you tell it your secrets like a bff so true 

How does one define perfect is it like an recovering alcoholic

How can one describe that oh so Important word perfect

What is perfect can you hug it or give it that perfect kiss 

What is perfect is it a country song or is it something to reminisce

What is perfect are we all perfect or are we just all unchecked

One day we will be but today isn't that day to seek what is perfect!!!

                          Becky Chadbourne.

Oh sweet, sweet love

This day is meant for us

This day of passion and romance

With a hint of lust

Your crimson lips I yearn for

Your crimson lips that stain

Each and every memory

Helping me stay sane

Memories with a scent

Only your presence can leave

Another lost breathe,

That has been taken from me

Eyes molded in every thought

Angelic flesh beside me; lay

Sensations left on my skin

Reminders of the day

Traces of you are found

Intertwining with my heart

Footprint after footprint

A perfect love to impart

A day so sublime

A night so ideal

Today is meant for us

Flawlessly surreal

Magazines and T.V. screens

show these girls all day

Pretty little creatures,

who show what we should say.

Who smile in front of the camera

but cry behind closed doors,

forcing themselves into delusion,

Until they can't find "them" anymore...

We raise them to believe only beauty

will determine their worth.

And to try and maintain a facisimile of perfection

Because the world will only see the very worst.

We make them parade around

pretending to be little airheads

"What's in your head doesn't matter,"

we teach our girls to be brain dead

We teach them they need to be thinner

to throw up who they want to be,

No personality is what matters,

Bimbos are what we think are "pretty."

We tell them they have to fix themselves

but you can't fix what is with in.

You must keep down the sadness you feel,

to show an opinion is basically a sin.

You could enter a paegant,

and come on top the winner,

and they'll still find something to pick up

"You could always be thinner."

We cause these girls to lose themselves,

telling them they cant be happy.

We tell them they need to add more makeup

thats the only way to be pretty.

Press on nails, and fake eyelashes,

erasing who they were with determination.

Telling girls they'll soon be perfect, but...

"Perfection is the disease of a nation

when i see people in there perfect little relationships, 

with their cute pictures, 

their inside jokes, 

that twinkle in their eye, 

and the fact that they actually have plans for tomorrow night with someone they love, 

i can't help but feel a little jealous. 

but then I ponder on the idea of me with a significant other, 

and if I acted the way I see other couples act, 

I'd puke. 
 

Suffocation at it's finest. 

1. The way you quote your favorite shows

2. The way you sing under your breath

3. The way you roll your eyes at me

4. The way you look when you wear your glasses

5. The way you smell

6. The way you think you're always right

7. The way you're right most of the time, even when I don't want to admit it. 

8. The way your eyes scrunch up when you laugh

9. The way you make lists for everything 

10. The shape of your nose

11. The way you argue against me, even when I agree with you

12. The way you don't laugh at any of my jokes

13. The way you say shoes

14. The way you try to hold back your smile when I say something stupid

15. The way you dance

16. The way you make me happy every time I talk to you

17. The way I want to make you happy, whenever you're hurt

18. The way you're the only one I want to talk to…ever

19. The way I can't get you out of my head

20. The way everything I do, reminds me of you. 

21. The way I fall for you more and more each day. 

I could sit hours upon hours with you,

listening to you talk about anything and everything that could possibly pop into your perfect little head.

The past, present, future, your family, your friends, your dreams.

I'd listen to you talk about all the things that make you cringed, or cry, or smoke from the ears.

I'd listen to you complain about the economy, the weather, or all the flaws you see in yourself though I see you as flawless.
And if for some reason,

through all your hours of talking, 

your mind goes blank,

and you run out of things to say,

I could sit hours upon hours with you,

being completely content listening to the silence that surrounds you and me.

Sticks and Stones

Ribs and Bones

They told me words should never hurt me

Skin pulled taught

The food on my plate left to rot

"She looks thin"

Whispers and stares

I am left with despair

Hair is weak

Bones peek

Why can't I just be perfect?

Dark skin, slow smile.

A lingering laugh to last a while.

Easy grin, happy face.

Too timid, too mild to ensue the chase.

But chase we did,

just you and me.

Chased a dream,

of what could be.

I love it, I hate it.

No use to debate it...

You're perfect and shy.

A different kind of guy.

Can't say that I miss not knowing your brain.

Can't say I miss not knowing your name.

Sometimes...its hard.

They all laugh at us.

But...Your heart?

It stretches the chasm,

Turns night to day,

Makes it okay,

all to their dismay.

"They won't last," they said.

"They"ll fall," they said.

Look at us now.

We defy all odds.

That deserves an applaud.

Me and you, Mocha.

Me and you<3 :)