The last 3 letters of the spring
Just call it what you want.
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Tell me something a story about a little girl with hazel eyes running in circles waiting for a life worth living wearing a dark green hoodie still remembering the humming of 4 Sons forthcoming, the voices hazy Tell me something light, like the dust on old books or the first day of winter when it…
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you are still upset makes me look bad, really makes me feel like an asshole I said, I know it’s been a while, and I don’t know why I am still crying I guess I am just tired of abandoning myself like a homeless child what I really wanted you to hear was: Why aren’t…
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I don’t want to talk I have nothing to say aside from forgive yourself forgive them forgive me Forgive the world for lacking honest tears and brave men, and the evenings for changing into bitter nights, and the mornings for still grieving the shadows Forgive the bottles of wine emptied for dragging your feet shuffling …
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I want to get a dog and name it Bill Yes, I watched that movie No, we don’t have to talk about the future Right Now Of course, I am ALSO scared And yes, I am sure It doesn’t matter anymore, time did heal us <both> The guy? kinda gay. He brought me back to…
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I have all this love I don’t know what to do with it I can’t call it by your name Therefore, it’s nameless It has no shape, no smell, no future It will never go places It doesn’t take breaks nor wants to leave me It’s stuck It’s stuck inside me somewhere between my ribs…
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You said you didn’t want to be here as in the room? as in love? as in with me as in at all? It stayed with me that one hour The way I took my clothes off My white vest first It felt like smoke in the lungs of a person who never smoked Then…
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The idea of a headachemore like getting drunk in a packed, heartbreakingly smelling barA universal truth claimingwhen your soul cracks open, it reeks of cheap sex and chlorine from all that cleaning I’ve been drowning myself in: high functioning depression of eastern european women; beautiful vision Toying with a random bartenderas if he were a mouse I took…
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Don’t wanna talk to a specialist. Got you some booksbecause I don’t fuck people who never read I saidsmart people are hotalso commitment Had I burnt the bridge with myself on it? Leaving behind my right shin imprinted on your right shoulder, kiss the traces of hope I’ve been stepping on, stark naked, what’s given would have…
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I must find comfort in the slow mornings, or something as simple as toast ‘cause what’s left. When my twisted skin hits you like bricks – You must protect your walls, or worse You must prove your worth to invisible kings ‘cause what’s left. When it’s empty in the room – once full of clothes,…
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To see you crumble To write a poem about the first time I cried in your kitchen To mirror your dry patches and blurry faces, fading To notice the lights on and sob on the sidewalk To buy something yellow a bunch of flowers, a slowly-eating-your-way-to-my-heart birthday card—think sunshine Or call you a coward Doesn’t look like…
The last 3 letters of the spring 