He wasn’t a good person, but I painted him to be and since I painted it, I believed it.
January 2016
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i loved
all of you
from your handles
to your blues
to the sadness
which caressed
your hues
made you
you
and killed you
with the dagger
you called
realitysitting on the top of the world
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he was a lion
i was desire
i spoke his name
as i grew higher
i waded
i walked
i felt the ground
as i looked across the water
and there his hands go
waving from left to right
crying from wrongs
begging to be right
he drank the water
i laughed from afar
but loved his ways
regardless
we stood opposite
wondering where we’d go
when we go
wandering to our left
yet running to our right
but stopping when things
felt righttoo far right
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have you ever
felt fire
beneath a wing
with a grasp
of a hand
the devotion one feels
when passion
takes the wheel
we wade in
frolic out
run our hands
play in doubt
wondering where things go
when they go
what his name was
when we float
from love
to doubt
to the way things felt
when it wasn’t hell
and just the way
things heldstrong and barely controllable emotion
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i saw you
reading handsomely
tangled hair
lips smooth
tips i loved
i stared
for a moment’s time
felt eternity
realized
you were never quite there
and in spirit
i always seem to be
wherever you arebeside a mocha
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i loved
with a taste
of his brainhis soft
sweaty
mindi wondered if things
become
instead of beif things split
instead of break
shatterif eyes always
seemed to wander
if lips always
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he was a rose
i was a thorn
two with sins
a dozen of none
we flowed
without touching
grasping the air
feeling for something
which was never
quite therebeyond it + us
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I worked with him in a way where there was no need to align. We felt and the feeling was simple but complex. It was the intensity in our grasp and when it was done, it was done.
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I think we might’ve met in a past life. You know, one of those you pass and think, wow you’re kind of beautiful. Just one of those.
