TEN: desperate texts
NINE: lies told
EIGHT: missed calls
SEVEN: times cried
SIX: blurred letters
FIVE: cancelled plans
FOUR: left items
THREE: cold teas
TWO: people screaming
ONE: us
poetrytosavetheworld – original work all by Molly Newhouse
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TEN: desperate texts
NINE: lies told
EIGHT: missed calls
SEVEN: times cried
SIX: blurred letters
FIVE: cancelled plans
FOUR: left items
THREE: cold teas
TWO: people screaming
ONE: us
“One day you will ask me which is more important? My life or yours? I will say mine and you will walk away not knowing that you are my life.” -Kahlil Gibran
–
He looks at me,
really looks,
“You’re an anarchist of romance.”
He laughs.
“Anarchist of romance.”
I like the way it
rolls
But still maintains an element
of formality.
A title ascribed to the back
of somebodies public face.
Or perhaps to the comic-book
version of you.
–
I intend to use it at weddings,
on my Linked-In profile,
on my Tinder.
I’ll make business cards
and hand them out at parties.
“Molly Newhouse
Anarchist of Romance”
–
I’ll post them to ex-lovers
with their second hand words
that no longer fit with my
Anarchist vocabulary.
–
As a blossoming weed of hate,
I introduced myself:
“Bitch.”
Bitch didn’t ward away, those with little desire to stay.
–
“Anarchist of Romance” shows
that I’m experienced
in ruining you.
References available upon request.
Just ask about the places that I’ve been,
the lies I’ve told.
Better yet, ask me when
I told the truth.
“If someone does not want me, it is not the end of the world. But if I do not want me, the world is nothing but endings.” -Nayyirah Waheed
To dance around with another man’s soul around the fire,
To control the flames around my tongue,
To create a thing of devil’s beauty,
Between my body and another,
Is something my soul smiles easy at.
–
To have moments of crisp silence when heartbeats stop,
To feel borrowed blood pump inside my ears,
To reach out to the side of the bed only to find blankets,
Curled up like newborn babies in the cold,
Is something my heart silently disintegrates at.
Thick branches twist towards me.
The forest is unsafe at night
They reach out their fingers,
I should scream now.
The forest is unsafe at night
You expect me to orgasm
I should scream now.
Have I got my timing quite right?
You expect me to orgasm
I do not fit your expectations
Have I got my timing quite right?
I will not let you mould me.
I do not fit your expectations
I do not react to your demands;
I will not let you mould me.
I am the earth.
They reach out their fingers,
I do not react to your demands;
Thick branches twist towards me.
I am the earth.