he spoke with wine
hatred on his mind
love in his eyes
and fears
you’ve never quite heard of
February 2016
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you’re crazy
he said
with an eye twitched
hands spread
i never knew
his mean
his way
why he spoke with such disdain
i tipped my glass
to a sucker lover
a romance killer
and a homicidal heartache
i never understood
you’re crazy
yet i knew
his baby
we worked in wise
or so i thought
but it was his eyes
through his life
we were his arrogance
his lovely
his yesteryear of who i thought
he was
but who he truly isliving on arrogance
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there we twirl
upon a star
leaving dust in eyes
crime under a night skythe passion
it lingers
it tingles
between your fingersfrolics
in your hands
and leaves you armless
as we twirli stand on a toe
a tip for you
lusting your blues
crushing your hues
wondering
if it was truly
for youon a tip
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throughout and atop
hands slick
gravity pushes
your heart twines
we twirl
i smirk
you hold your arms
along with my heart
yet they end in the air
floating within your hot airhot head
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I don’t want content. I want slight fear. Anxiety. I want a longing devotion for a twist of absence. The feeling of complete isn’t quite pleasing.