this first one is going to make you sick but it was fun to write. Also it is very inaccurate. I was a tomboy when I was a kid. I got into fights with boys.
example number 1
Elementary, My Dear
I am reduced
to grade-school levels of
puppy love
check yes or no
crayon hearts on the wall
no one around to
make me scrub them off
give me a dandelion and
I will write about it
in my diary,
hide the key under my mattress
let's build a blanket fort
let's climb a tree
while they chant the spelling
that makes us blush
K-I-S-S-I-N-G
let's drink milkshakes
from the same glass,
then make our parents pay for them
when they tell us we're
too young to date
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compare that with this,
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example number two
Manners
she has a platter
and a glint in her eye
little miss fifties housewife
little miss fanged-doily
her voice is smooth
(try my patience!
or
try my patients!)
just what or who is she
offering you?
The slice is
pepto-bismol pink
you say to yourself,
“this looks ghastly,
but I mustn’t be impolite.”
she is ready
she is smiling
she hands you a fork
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I had a good talk with my friend yesterday. He's in treatment for depression in Houston, shout-out to someone he met there who supposedly reads my blog: Emily A. L. emily? emily? are you out there???? thanks for reading :)
I was talking to my brother last night and it's kind of sad when you're surprised to see someone happy. I haven't seen him happy since before I had my mental breakdown.
Sometimes I get these horrible flashbacks of the way his face looked when he was in absolute misery
because of me.
That's actually the one reason I regret well... what happened last year. All the hell it put him through. And my parents, grandparents, and cousins. I also regret how public, and facebook-documented it all was.
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