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It drives me crazy. He seemed honest. I don’t know anymore. What would you think? If one day you just randomly find a scrunchie on the “everything” shelf in your boyfriend’s apartment? Not yours. You never wear your hair tied up. I’d think the worst. Yes, I know, his friends stayed there…four months ago…and he…
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Is it ok that I want to throw up when I look at old pictures of us? Is that normal? Is there someone to ask? I don’t even need an answer, only to ask Is it ok that I feel like being run over When I get off at your stop? Inevitably pulling an Anna…
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The way birds stop chirping The way even the forest freezes The way your home isn’t home anymore, but a jungle there is no way I am actually gone I am still here, I am still here They, the lost boys, are forever lonely one-time pass for the bygone meaning disclosure: If I tell you…
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You can’t love someone into being ready and I know I know They aren’t here because I am and I know I know They aren’t running because I am chasing and I know I know They aren’t leaving because I am staying Something’s broken The third eye drops down, sinking Testing my immunity Against the…
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It all starts with a phone call From there, there is only one leap into the void I could probably go and knock on some doors and beg for a couple of minutes of small talk I can’t change their mind even when they open I am crazy. I am mad. I am insane. Weaken…
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If you had asked me then what I wanted I would have said nothing but now Now I want the sky and the dead stars all of them I want their ashes stored deep in my tiger scars If you had asked me then what I wanted I would have said lovely It’s just The…
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I keep talking to them as if they would understand me I keep hoping they would I keep holding space for their personalities to resurface – rise above and walk on water Fuck, my… suboptimal pain threshold of making mine yours rejecting hope as a dangerous habit ‘cause I knew, I knew I’d have to be…
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I wouldn’t need a reason, you know that, right? I don’t have one now either. I’m just, it’s been two years, and you are still the only person…yeah, I won’t say that out loud. I was thinking the other day about our imaginary life in new york—the one you didn’t know anything about, because we…
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This is a very serious poem with no hidden meaning I think it happened when you left the table while I was still eating I think—it’s happening again what has already happened when I kept reaching for nothing I stopped kissing lightly the lips that weren’t kissed but hunted I joined forces with the foes,…
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Eyes closed. I summon her images her face her dimples her body her stretch marks her touch her touching my innocence With nowhere to go With no one to love I live with imaginary paintings among imaginary feelings I live in imaginary spaces among imaginary faces Did you call to find out if I was…
