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"cool girl"
you're not like the others, they're just here to get fucked
that's what they tell you, and you keep your mouth shut
decked out and camouflaged your internalized misogyny
you say "if those stand in front, they will get punched"
can we
stand up for each other and band together in solidarity?
take up space in places that we're told we're not to be
can't keep us from screaming it
girls to the front
girls get to the front
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Shin Splints
03:23
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we spent the winter listening to The Shins
i spilled my heart to you, ill-preserved in bourbon
and you would just listen
"because that's what friends are for"
how could we ever afford both our apartment and our grocery bills?
we were so undeserving of being grown up, the words stung as they passed my lips
but we got by
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you used to be made of stone
but the tide came in
your marble turned to pumice in my palms
the wind changed directions
i held your hand until you grew too weak
your bones too brittle to squeeze
life plays on like a '78
disintegrating
in the back of the room
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Bedhead
03:44
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we were sinking into my mattress and sleeping the days away
hips fused and legs tied in knots
i was just hoping that you'd be hopeless with me
and i still don't know whether it's better to sleep beside a cold body
or to sleep alone
we both know how the next part goes
i stay at my mother's
and you give me back my key and you wonder
why it is that you ever spent
so much time with me
(where did you go?)
was it worth it?
(at least) you got your love song
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Queens
03:01
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time lurches forward
it hasn't snowed in weeks
the smell of you has gone from my pillow
and i'm losing faith
i try to give myself time
and take your word that life is a compromise
but i'd still walk the sixteen days
to see your face again
i lay in my bed and watch the watch the snowflakes fall
as i listen to chilly and try
to remember how it felt to hold your hand
blame the dreamer in me
but i still look up to your old apartment
every time i pass and i tell myself
"maybe someday, i'll run away too"
but i think i'd miss the rain
you left your heart in atlin
before you even bought the ticket and i sit here
dumbfounded
with your name still sweet on my tongue
do you still think of me when it snows?
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I Trust Conjecture
05:37
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i'm not fluent in body language
it would take more than looks and a gesture to fill me in on nonverbal cues
for the most part, i trust conjecture to guide me through the rabbit hole
my boots are bogged down i'm aspiring for traction or solid ground
bracing my body to bear my behavior, i need to own up to any mistake
all i can state is that i know nothing, i'm trying my best to wade through the slate
and i must be held accountable to every choice i've made
they brought me to where i am today
and i can only speculate as to what went through my head
here lies another "could've" and "instead"
but i couldn't let a sleeping dog lie
not while congratulating apostasy
benign neglect seemed so appealing
expedient dishonesty
when will a backbone be convenient?
it's not going to get any easier
i must be held accountable to every choice i've made
they brought me to where i am today
and i can't escape my past or any judgement that may follow
but an attempt at apology would feel insincere and hollow
i don't know how to handle this situation
overlooking this is no longer an option
i'm not fluent in body language, but that's not an excuse for my behavior
it's a declaration of penitence and a promise that things will get better
like it or not, we're in this together
itβs not going to get any easier
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