When my blood turns to liquor, To soothe the pain you caused, You stain my writing, I am no longer blind
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I think olive branches
Grow from my spine
Freely given
Always freely given
No matter the decay
You plant in my roots
As you tear them off
I beg for an exchange
The branches from my back
For the stitched on your lips
I always plead
And I always will
Through the decay spilling
From your tounge
You feel like home
-AMJ
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Jessica Lange photographed by Antonio Lopez, 1975.
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“Love is never any better than the lover. Wicked people love wickedly, violent people love violently, weak people love weakly, stupid people love stupidly, but the love of a free man is never safe. There is no gift for the beloved. The lover alone possesses his gift of love. The loved one is shorn, neutralized, frozen in the glare of the lover’s inward eye.”
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The Bluest Eye, Toni Morrison
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“What happens when it gets past That 2 am crying And suddenly You find yourself awake At 5 am Staring off into space realizing you haven’t slept For days Because of the pills You’ve started to take Your stomach feels empty And your body feels drained But as soon as you take another You are brand new And you continue to live a high life”
— Ashley Marie Johnson
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“The difference between me and you When we were together was You treated me like cigarettes But I treated you like drugs When you were done I was tossed on the side and stomped on While I died everyday for you”
— Ashley Marie Johnson
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