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i keep finding you in empty spaces
and i've begun to realize,
you are not real.
hey world,
look. you already got the memo. start tumbling down.
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listen to liars, or ignorant screeches.
just don't listen to me.
love is jealousy and disappointment.
love is temperamental. and we will never get that far, honestly.
we're fifteen and half hearted.
we're nineteen and submerged.
we're twentyfive and busy.
we're thirtynine and non existent.
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years ago you fell inlove, yesterday i fell down stairs.
are you trying to tell me there's more to this?
we were born to disconnect.
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God swore he'd save you but i never did.
love is watching everything perish with quiet eyes.
and i've begun to realize,
you are not real.
hey world,
look. you already got the memo. start tumbling down.
-
listen to liars, or ignorant screeches.
just don't listen to me.
love is jealousy and disappointment.
love is temperamental. and we will never get that far, honestly.
we're fifteen and half hearted.
we're nineteen and submerged.
we're twentyfive and busy.
we're thirtynine and non existent.
-
years ago you fell inlove, yesterday i fell down stairs.
are you trying to tell me there's more to this?
we were born to disconnect.
-
God swore he'd save you but i never did.
love is watching everything perish with quiet eyes.
Literature
things you find in a newspaper
i'll admit it:
i killed you.
but i couldn't help it, i swear!
it was dark, and you weren't
wearing any clothes, and we
were making love
fit in a crossword
puzzle, like how i
fit my keys in your
glove department.
how i fit my heart
in your ribcage, or
how my hips fit in
yours, or how you
fit in my bedsheets
like some inflamed
contortionist, your
hands tied behind
my back.
i ricocheted off your leg;
you figured out 8-down:
what's a six-letter word
for 'a result of adultery'
you thought babies,
i thought murder
my ink mouth said:
"put down the pen.
draw constellations
on some other boy's
freckles,
because mine
are
Literature
looking back
like reading a book backward, i read you. tears crawled up your cheek and hid themselves in your eyes. i backed forward, pulled my lips against yours, pressed them away, and leaned back. my hand fell up to your face, traced your cheekbone, raised back down to my side.
you feel like glass against my skin
cold and distant, beautiful, let me in
like a poem bottom to top, i felt you near and against me. your arms wrapped around where i wasn't a few minutes later and where i won't be a moment ago. your eyes spelled out words right to left, .oot ,uoy evol i dna og ot evah uoy das m'i and i love you.
too, you love i and you love i. and backwards
Literature
realized I was not a masochist
as I stand here, suffocating, I wonder whats next.
will I make it out alive?
what do I look like?
are my lips swollen?
do I still have lips?
what are lips?
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I am leaking raindrops and dripping tonights dinner into the living room below me. I am bleeding tears out of my mouth and puke from my eyes. I swear, I cant stop bleeding, but Im not bleeding blood- Im bleeding purple pigments- Im bleeding bags under my eyes; Im holding these bags so tightly in my hands that Im bruising sunsets under my eyes, and he just watches me in the sky.
I tell myself to set. just set like a sunset; just fall
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when all else will fail,
don't ask me.
don't ask me.
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Amazing.