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11/13/18

Baby when you go

silent…

I have no idea if we’re

here nor there,

Up nor down,

Or whether you’re moving

All those different directions

With her instead

-Sarah Clinton

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Sometimes

11/9

Sometimes I wonder

With what substance

You have drugged me,

Beguiled my senses

and

Overruled my logic.

Is it that crooked smile

I love so much

or

Perhaps the way you

Look at me when

It’s clear that you

Love me too.

-Sarah Clinton

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Self-Harm

11/6/18

Why do I still fucking

Fantasize about you

When I know

You’re about to tear me apart?

Maybe I’m a masochist.

But maybe I should have

Made that connection when

You clasped a hand

‘Round my throat

On our first date,

Before you even kissed me,

And my knees were

Weaker than I ever cared admit,

Even to you.

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Reading Between The Lines

11/12

Every time you woke up

And murmured, “I missed you,”

I knew that was code for

An “I love you”

That you feared would

Tear your heart in two

If you allowed the words

To escape those beautiful lips

That enthrall me

Every time you speak.

-Sarah Clinton

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Hurt Me to Save Me

11/9

I wonder why it is
That I’m drawn to you so
Despite your warnings and
Your pleading and your pain.

I’m not afraid
Of your darkness,
I say.
Your pain does not
Frighten me.

That may be so,
You countered.
But I am afraid
Of how I may hurt you
Simply because
I am living in a Hell
To which I don’t want
You to plummet
Alongside me.

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Texts I Should Send But Never Will

“You can’t just treat women like they are disposable because you are hurting (due to your own actions making your last one leave). Don’t come to me for comfort–to talk and laugh and play video games together and make you feel like a human being–and then disappear. I never asked for anything, but don’t make promises you never intended to keep. Don’t marvel at the fact that I stroke your hair as if I care about you–I do: in fact, I care about people in general–and then treat me with disregard. My attention is valuable, my time is valuable, and so is my friendship. If there is one thing I can promise you, it is that I won’t give you the opportunity to heal your old wounds by gouging one out in me. By nature, you don’t deserve any part of me if you’re willing to treat others this way. I wish I’d learned that lesson long ago.”

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