i slither
find a tune
to sing for you
it flows like the rivers we ride
i died for you
a few times
here, there
past lives
years in between
i never loved you, i said
but i did
i do
i think i’ll always feel for you
in motions
endless hoping
the desire we used to ride
turns and twists
strides of our nights
he was drugs
a toxic love
June 2016
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i stand before you
thoughts in my head
daze in my mind
he looks in my eyes
but i laugh
with a question of who
my sanity runs
in a pace of its own
and i once loved
wrong things
with different means
i thought i’d have a ring
but i loved like water
fluid and over
sanctuary of his body
my lonely
he was my crazy
and here i go
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shades and hues
darkness consumes
near the window
of the lonely stricken house
i lie with angst
longing devotion
words on the tip of my tongue
we say we did
when we didn’t
i swam
when i shouldn’t
but rivers have rapids
waves take you whole
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I pushed him against his Jeep, looked him dead in the eye and kissed him. He asked if he could come up, and I just walked up the steps and said, not yet. That was the moment I knew I loved him.
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i slide through notions
everflowing fires
stuck between theirs
jagged wires
thinking thoughts
you’d scream of
i tire your rhythm
for the thought
that i could find him
he dangles hatred
smears your voice
kills you before you wake
i died in time
fought for seconds
a shallow wind
a neck
i once used to kiss
he pulls a knife
i pull my heart
he stabs with words
if only
he knew how hardwords of knives
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Sometimes the anxiety takes over and I can’t seem to fathom the love he gives me.
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Instead of writing my rules, I followed his. And that’s when I knew it all went wrong.
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i sway
swinging from things
breaking leaves
turning grass from green
to black
to shades and neutrals
i swam in an ocean
of darkness
wading far from his heart
i lose, i lost
my soul from the start
turning with pages
edges and sweetness
we got lost in days
where things made sense
where my heart could mend
he went with rage
a lost gloominess
twisting my back
loving my arms
and at a year
it went dark
six months
too farsitting on the truth
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i still
think of you
in a warm embrace
our hearts
undefined as before
we twirl
in our own pace
headache of yesterday
pain of our sorrow
how it tore us
killed us
before we could even
define uswe before us
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I remember things like dates down to minutes, what they smelled like, how they walked and how they tug their hands in their pockets. I twine myself in nostalgia of moments and not necessarily the people in them. I long for the idea of the past and occasionally forget the present. I find myself lost in memories, just looking to recreate the moment; forgetting the past is in the past and what we have is now.
