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you said i was making it harder
than it had to be
it took all of your strength to resist me
i was desperate, trying to hold on to
you with the strong, crooked fingers of
she who writes
but i hadn't realized i was trying
to hold onto something that wasn't
there, something already gone
one body minus one spirit equals
one odd lonely girl
who will keep on
waiting
~
Relax
let the chilled northern air
fill your lungs and clense you
rejuvinate
because i know better than
anyone else what a battered
soul you are
{an abandoned
house, beams exposed,
haunted by a
conglomeration
of self-inflicted
demons.}
you need(ed) renewal
you need(ed) the chance to begin again
~
i remember
the rhythm of your fire-heart
the way it's flame creeped
up into your eyes and smoldered
whispering through knowing smiles
like two beings afraid to be
caught in love's stranglehold
love's headlights
between love's deadly,
pourous teeth
i remember
your pulse rate
your respirations
per minute, every
detail that constructs
you i've recorded on the
skin stretched over my
abdomen, but this skin
isn't mine, my sweet
chimera
(you've branded me with your falsified touch)
i remember
writing "i love you"
on the sole of your shoe
but being too afraid to
condemn myself by
saying those three
incriminating words
out loud, neither one
of us daring to make
the first move
i remember
when you turned away without
saying good-bye and how ugly
you looked walking away from me
~
but now you've left behind
the place you left me for
here you are
every last hair and limb and awkward compliment in place
you never run out of ways to amaze me
~
i'm glad we have the chance
to make new memories
together
i love the ones i've already collected
and i won't let my
past define my future
i won't expect a single thing
i will not search, just find
and i will be happy
(in theory)
~
i cannot wait to set out
funeral pyres adrift
on the sea of melted snow
you brought back home
in a nutella jar
i cannot wait to store
your recollection
in a skull full of
formaldihide
i cannot wait
to hold your hand
and brace myself
agianst love, and
sadness, and destiny,
and every derailed
train with disfunctional
brakes coming towards us
with intentions to sever
(reality)
i cannot wait, for there isn't time, only a fleeting NOW
than it had to be
it took all of your strength to resist me
i was desperate, trying to hold on to
you with the strong, crooked fingers of
she who writes
but i hadn't realized i was trying
to hold onto something that wasn't
there, something already gone
one body minus one spirit equals
one odd lonely girl
who will keep on
waiting
~
Relax
let the chilled northern air
fill your lungs and clense you
rejuvinate
because i know better than
anyone else what a battered
soul you are
{an abandoned
house, beams exposed,
haunted by a
conglomeration
of self-inflicted
demons.}
you need(ed) renewal
you need(ed) the chance to begin again
~
i remember
the rhythm of your fire-heart
the way it's flame creeped
up into your eyes and smoldered
whispering through knowing smiles
like two beings afraid to be
caught in love's stranglehold
love's headlights
between love's deadly,
pourous teeth
i remember
your pulse rate
your respirations
per minute, every
detail that constructs
you i've recorded on the
skin stretched over my
abdomen, but this skin
isn't mine, my sweet
chimera
(you've branded me with your falsified touch)
i remember
writing "i love you"
on the sole of your shoe
but being too afraid to
condemn myself by
saying those three
incriminating words
out loud, neither one
of us daring to make
the first move
i remember
when you turned away without
saying good-bye and how ugly
you looked walking away from me
~
but now you've left behind
the place you left me for
here you are
every last hair and limb and awkward compliment in place
you never run out of ways to amaze me
~
i'm glad we have the chance
to make new memories
together
i love the ones i've already collected
and i won't let my
past define my future
i won't expect a single thing
i will not search, just find
and i will be happy
(in theory)
~
i cannot wait to set out
funeral pyres adrift
on the sea of melted snow
you brought back home
in a nutella jar
i cannot wait to store
your recollection
in a skull full of
formaldihide
i cannot wait
to hold your hand
and brace myself
agianst love, and
sadness, and destiny,
and every derailed
train with disfunctional
brakes coming towards us
with intentions to sever
(reality)
i cannot wait, for there isn't time, only a fleeting NOW
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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
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couldn't blue
i draw a picture of
tomorrow morning:
a man in a silver box sells
75 cent coffee and bad bagels.
his shirt is the kind of blue no one ever
tried to name a crayon after.
dust-plastic blue,
tried to love you
(couldn't)
blue.
and the morning is that same color,
the color of canned lightning-bugs and
unfiltered cigarettes and desire,
because that is all you
draw with couldn't blue.
i pay him 1.25 in change and purse-lint
so that a fourth-world factory can make more
silver boxes to sell more things
more stale blueberry muffins.
and he will keep gathering change
in 75 cent purse-lint increments
in the small sinking townships of
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I Mean to Get You Alone
You have sharp
pulse-elevating teeth
the stuff I imagine heart attacks
are made of
I'm bent on selling you a handful of smiles
specifically crafted
to distract you from the fact that
I have almost nothing to say
and now you're steering this conversation
in a direction that suggests you've
forgotten that I
don't watch movies or do much of
anything but work which maybe
explains why one glass of wine gets me
wrapped around you
car to streetlight
crash style
mangled limbs
breeding curious onlookers and my insurance has
expired
you're leaning in and all I can think is
I don't have insurance
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