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It's not the fall by taffyapple, literature

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It's not the fall

My worst memory? My worst day? God, that's an easy one. "Easy" being a slightly ironic word to use. I remember sitting in that tiny white room trying to undo the clasp of my necklace; it was choking me, I just couldn't breathe. My fingers were slippery and moist as I fumbled around my neck. I hated waiting at the best of times, and sitting inside that harsh box made my brain run away with itself; predicting every terrible scenario and all the possible ways that the bad news could be phrased. Waiting for news, waiting for answers, waiting waiting waiting. I was sitting with a copy of "Gardeners World" open on my lap, swiftly turning the pa

You Lose by taffyapple, literature

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You Lose

She scarred her arms to catch the eye of every dream that passed her by. Falling, not floating. Hammering the bottom of the hole she unhappily dug for herself; whilst breaking nails and clutching dirty straws. She had lost herself in it when all that was left were shards of glass. Dirtied and lacking in purpose with nothing else to say. Hope faded as fortune died. Crushing bones that twist, longing for a touch. Sweet sugar plays on tongues that talk at turned heads; Behind scheming hands that never unclench, and icy lips with frozen words. Thoughts confuse and spit the ruins on 'who' and 'where' and 'why'. He said he was a

Emotional Bulimia by taffyapple, literature

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Emotional Bulimia

You were so enticing. And I was just ravenous. Unable to resist a taste for just a minute longer. You called out to me. 2000-calorie kiss, planted straight on my perception. A moment on the lips means a lifetime of cravings. A taste like saccharine, spontaneity and something so sinful. An intoxicating delicacy made especially for me. How can something so delectable be so wrong on the inside? I think I'll return to my emotional bulimia…

Sophisticated Subterfuge by taffyapple, literature

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Sophisticated Subterfuge

There was no reflection to gaze back at me. I was eyeless for song long, But I still left a dent in your conscience. My head hangs heavier than my heart. Unable to be apart For just two minutes. We share a hand in what we've done. A breath, a wish, a persuasion to feel What I have never tasted before. My stomach crawls with guilt and lust. Sex on lips and the tips of our tongues. Never speak it; just feel what can never be A reality to me. We lie to keep our hands together. I'm scared of the dark. When I'm in the light with you I'm still blind.

Sealed with an X by taffyapple, literature

Just Give Me Time by taffyapple, literature

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Just Give Me Time

I slit my wrists again today. It's a shame they're all dried up. I'd cry some tears if I could find the time, But my body's too worn out. I spiral in my reckless way. I'd care if I had the time. Not bothered about a thing I say. My lungs are getting tight. I'd help myself if I made some time. But I'm moving way too fast. I'm sitting in my usual place, Hot lies defeat my facts. I sit and watch and wait and sigh, For a heart to thirst off mine. One day I'll stop and search myself If only I had the time.

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Trying To Remember by taffyapple, literature

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Trying To Remember

I'll carve your name into my arm; I'm starting to forget you. Your face has expired, Your smell extinct Yet my wounds are bleeding still, From this pain, I'm numb, It never ends I'm sick of reaching out, There's nothing left to cling on to. Look into my eyes and search my soul, It's hiding somewhere in the dark, I want to unleash this wretchedness, This undying tale of sympathy. I need explanations from you to me, A figure for my recollection, The eager digestion of gossip, disgrace, Shoots me down when I've stumbled to stand. Will I fail? Will I recall that look on your face? I need my reality to evaporate, To scratch my

Saturated in Silence by taffyapple, literature

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Saturated in Silence

So I sit and I wait. Impatiently. I'm humming a tune that we sang together once. Waiting for the rain to come. You tried to hide from it, But I was always drawn to those torrential down pours. Mesmerised by the enticing glitter. d r o p l e t s p a r k l i n g I used to dance alone. Majestically. Carefree and soaked from the rain. You said you loved the way my hair curled when it was wet. My eyes hurt from the sun. Blinded and burnt. I always longed for a storm. So I sit here. Alone. Humming a song that is scorched in my mind. I'm still waiting for a torrent to wash it away. Saturated in silence. Waiting f

The Model Diet by taffyapple, literature

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The Model Diet

She smiled at me with her 1000-dollar grin. Scars faded, from beauty created. White perfection staring back at me. Let me touch her. Feel her. Feel her plastic precision. Picture perfection equals happiness. Moulded and branded. Icon. I stuck my fingers down my throat today. The model diet. I'm a perfect size 8. "It's ok to be big," says the next TV channel. "Love yourself, whatever size you are," says the size 6 spokeswoman. Max Factor slut. Be yourself, but it's better to be someone else. …As long as you're media approved.