Loving you was hard, wanting you was harder, but kissing your forehead was insanity.
August 2015
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whispers were soft
his tongue was a cost
words upon
the drift
swift of his wings
hands, how innocent
and sultryheat of the moment
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I never expected to fall in love. I never expected to float or fall a thousand feet and create the crevice I called my life. But the thing with crevices, there’s always a top and always a bottom. And the feeling of appreciation when you look from the top and understand how fast it can all come crashing down — it’s more than beautiful and more than words could ever explain.
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I don’t remember his face or the place we ate. I only remember how he grabbed my hand and his voice when he spoke of his dad.
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I don’t believe he deserves the thousands of poems I’ve written about him, but life doesn’t follow rules. We do things for people who don’t necessarily deserve it. But we liked it, we loved it and fell in love enough to write about it.
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our steps within
the vivid river turned ocean
we sung of
as we held on
our knees trembled
feet shook
electrons hovered
we set a tone
sat upon broken trust
the beating ring
long distance
no ease
we were the brilliance
the jagged and ever
the broken foreverbreaking
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We grooved together with a rhythm so beautiful that I could feel the moment turned into poetry.
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he was impetuous
with a touch of perfect
we were an interstate
a perpendicular intersection
where we met for a moment
and continued on endlesslyexcerpt: tangled
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