Razor Blade Hammocks MAG

November 12, 2012
By Anonymous

How long has it been since you wanted
to kill yourself?
Two days, three?
Or was it just a moment ago, now, when
I looked into your eyes and saw the
razors sleeping there like sharpened, swinging hammocks?
I can save you if you let me
I'll reach out my skinny arm and pull
you out the hole on the other side
But if you jump, I'm not jumping after you
You don't like to hear that, do you?
Sometimes I hear things I don't want to hear
But you go ahead and want to die because of it
Don't you know you're not the only one?

Paint your fingernails that old shade of red and tuck me in up to my toes
Spread the covers like sand over me and whisper the waves into my ear
I'll fall asleep inside your breath
And when I wake up I'll have stolen all
of yours
Breathe for just one day more, no, two
Riddle me this and riddle me you

Soak through my clothes like water
and wind
Be the elements I want to taste and let me dry my clothes with you
Live just another day, live another two
Live long enough to watch me skip
through the next few years of my life
Don't sleep in the razor-blade hammocks
until we've seen the sun

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on Jun. 7 2013 at 2:45 pm
Carpe-Caffeam GOLD, No Where, Florida
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Favorite Quote:
“If it weren’t for the coffee, I’d have no identifiable personality whatsoever.” –David Letterman

I love this. Absolutely love this. I like how you're brave enough to write a poem about someone trying to persuade another to not kill themself; not many people would have the guts to write about such a tender subject. Excellent job! :D Have a great day!


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