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Jodie

If you don't learn to write your own story, someone else will write it for you

13 poems·Since June 2014

If you've read my stuff, you may find it hard to believe I'm not a completely morbid conversationalist. What I've posted is stuff I've written for myself, mostly as a coping strategy for my depression. I've decided to share it because while I was recovering I remember I used to read other's poetry and weep. Deep, chest-wracking sobs. I cried out of identification, I knew that feeling. Knowing you're not alone, as clichéd as it sounds, is very useful - or at least was to me. Maybe I can help others feel that, who knows?

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Plastic Cups

June 19, 2014

The parties. They sting.
I pissed in front of a girl, and she smiled.
She pissed in front of me too.
Didn’t she dance wonderfully?
She did, didn’t she
All boobs and tottering,
Hips disproportionately small.

She’s throwing up now
And she’s divine.
If I could
Be her
I’d be lonely.
It’d be my head in that toilet,
And would I be any happier?
All boobs and tottering.

With my fingers threaded through her hair
I can’t shake the feeling
That who I am
Doesn’t matter.

I’m lonely now
And I’m not all boobs and tottering.

#depression parties loneliness

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