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Red nail polish

jreeves<3

Aug 16, 2023

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My mother tells me to stop biting my nails

I can’t

How do I tell her that watching the skin rip and bleed makes me feel in control?

I chew my nails down to the bone

A mess

Not fit for holding a man's hand

No one wants to touch bloody and torn hands

Mother doesn’t know that's my plan

If I make myself as unpresentable as possible then I won't get attention

And less attention means I don't get hurt.

I used to wear nail polish,

A bold red.

As if a nail color is permission enough to touch

As if it meant yes

My worn and dirty hands repel

Rotting in misery

Picked raw

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Table of Contents

#8 Why'd You Leave Me?

#9 Bleeding Hearts

#10 Blue Eyes

#11 Poisoned Love

#12 Tainted Innocence

#20 If I Were To Die Today

#21 Issue 21

#22 Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder

#23 My adventure

#24 Nothing But dreams

#25 The horror of my love

#26 kaleidoscope

#27 Thinking

#28 I just want you

#29 These Words Burned My Throat

#30 I stand in silence in a world full of you

#31 In Lana We Stand

#32 Irrevocably and hopelessly addicted to you

#33 Can you stitch me up?

#34 Oh God i'm in love

#35 The art of one night stands

#36 I think i'm done

#37 Red nail polish

#38 Desire to rest

#39 In my divorced dads playlist era

#40 My golden god

#41 False Idol

#42 I think there's a toad in my throat

#43 Ought to try

#44 Think of me as often as I do you

#45 Just fucking get out of my head already

#46 My supernova

#47 I need to stop thinking of you

#48 Turned twice away but back again

#49 Lust or Love

#50 Untitled

#51 My sneakers are rotting and tearing at the seams

#52 October, November, December

#53 If I stop, how will I ever move again?

#54 Stringing me along

#55 his little lost love of mine

#56 sweetened despair

#57 To the bugs living rent free

#58 A thief of hearts

#59 The righteous path to girlhood is by fatherly neglect

#60 This Is The Last Poem

#61 That wasn't the last issue

#62 I fear a burnout grows near

#63 Fairy Wine

#64 i can't stop writing poetry cause bad things keep happening

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