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i'm not supposed to be in love with you.
just being friends is risky buisness
and we promised, i promised
"no strings attatched."
why then, when i was sleeping,
did you sow all 10 of my fingers to yours,
the same with out toes?
why did you clamp your lips over mine,
engulfing them in a passive burst of passion?
why did you whisper "i love you" breathily
in betweem long, sweaty kisses
and sharp inhalations,
your teeth gnawing
secret confirmations of your love
into mine?
were you simply choking on your testosterone?
were you overflowing with burning blood?
is that why you let it
run all down my spine,
my thighs?
i watch, motionless,
as it pools on the floor.
i consider drowning in it.
i'm searching for the emotion rumored
to be lodged in your esophagus.
all i've found are empty words
sentences abandoned before
they escaped your mouth
and became dangerous.
we're both so afraid
to hurt each other,
so we spend too much time
overthinking,
and then we don't think at all.
but we feel,
and that's scary.
peculiar.
unfamiliar.
together we are
greater than we
ever were
alone.
us > you & I
i could ask for more,
but i'm sick of depending on others.
in due time
i will run, and drag you close behind me
and you will have no option
outside of falling in love
with me.
just being friends is risky buisness
and we promised, i promised
"no strings attatched."
why then, when i was sleeping,
did you sow all 10 of my fingers to yours,
the same with out toes?
why did you clamp your lips over mine,
engulfing them in a passive burst of passion?
why did you whisper "i love you" breathily
in betweem long, sweaty kisses
and sharp inhalations,
your teeth gnawing
secret confirmations of your love
into mine?
were you simply choking on your testosterone?
were you overflowing with burning blood?
is that why you let it
run all down my spine,
my thighs?
i watch, motionless,
as it pools on the floor.
i consider drowning in it.
i'm searching for the emotion rumored
to be lodged in your esophagus.
all i've found are empty words
sentences abandoned before
they escaped your mouth
and became dangerous.
we're both so afraid
to hurt each other,
so we spend too much time
overthinking,
and then we don't think at all.
but we feel,
and that's scary.
peculiar.
unfamiliar.
together we are
greater than we
ever were
alone.
us > you & I
i could ask for more,
but i'm sick of depending on others.
in due time
i will run, and drag you close behind me
and you will have no option
outside of falling in love
with me.
Literature
saudade
Last week, you showed up with the thunder on my doorstep.
Your voice was so drenched with the rain that I almost didn't recognize the way you said my name. It hung in the air like an incomplete sentence, like something unfamiliar, like you were so lost from trying to find everything we left behind and piece it back together that you couldn't find me in your heart anymore. It was pouring and the power was out and I was so tired of watching the world fall apart from outside my windows that I let you back inside my arms and inside my senses, and your bones were shaking as you clung to me and told me how good it felt to come back home.
There wa
Literature
hypergraphia
she writes in the empty spaces between the words
between the world,
world-weary fingers and toes and pengrips, knives
letter-opener swords, typewriter machetes
arm-wrestling with fate and the universe on a piece of paper,
computer screens painting faces with colors
stained-glass hyphenated hue-tint-shade glory
she waits.
she is patient.
she's their patient, doctors and nurses
emergency room, operating room, clinical study
stethoscope children
they wish fervently to cut her open.
her insides will be beautiful, they say,
beautiful and pink and full of words.
unwords, she says.
she writes on her skin, on napkins and paper bags
i
Literature
Machine-Part Sincerity
She once said to me,
"Come. You be a gear right here,
and I'll be a pulley over there.
Together, we'll both obey
the lever's dream."
I lied to her when I said,
"I want nothing more."
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