nothing made sense
and to me
that was more lovely
than anything which could’ve
May 2018
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finding dimes
where pennies spent
my years in black
reminiscing of you and i
back to back
to the same damn song
i sung all too well
and we’re playing piano
feeling the tunes
of muses i used to
kiss on the back of the neck
breaking tens to black
like dark and night
full moons before crescents
danced before me
your eyes in time
with fingers fading
like your voicemails
in the distant eve
and i find you
not because i want you
but because horror sleeps
where we can’t breathe
like sheets and time
cradling positions
water filled bathrooms
drowning in rooms
where i used to think of you
like black and blue
featured moons
and i hear you
not because i want you
but because demons play
in heads at night
whispering tunes
like a midnight summer dream
kissing defeat with swollen lips
heated words
conversations i used to black
from my mind like memories
of you and i
in the past
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To become in darkness shows depth of your character. Details make men and women.
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and i break you
on a deeper side than death
a dark truth we hold in tune
with shadows in eve
broken telephone booths we call
to please ourselves in night
we break and bend in depth
to delight our soul and become
more than human
and i feel you
with trickles down my spine
spinning in horror
creating torrid temperatures
we wither with sun
yet we’re dancing in hellbent nature
of trees with slenderman
tickling the hairs of your truth
details you whisper
in ears to tell lies
like where we twirl at midnight
where hearts lie in time
why rapids take lives
how hearts beat for seconds
and suddenly beat no more
like doors in dreams
where i feel you
but we awake
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on white lines
with fainted feigns
waiting to please
my inner being
and i swear it’s a song
i wrote in my head
for stolen moments
i used to transcend
when in touch with you
and we’re burning in oasis
singing songs i used to hear
from you in night
in close quarters
spinning in doors
revolving floors
walking beside in darkened light
with your tongue in my ear
sullen sadness in plain view
where you’re looking without eyes
to twirl beneath a damp street light
from the fog in our pace
in heys and hellos
to numb in tone
by you i talk
i wade to fuel
with shrinking corners
in depth with you
secrecy kills
death became you
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You break in motions because sometimes our emotions get the best of us.
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We were burning, in which I thought meant desire, but the fire left more than scabs.
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we were burning
in lifeless desire
to feel without air
is to be without him
and i take to walk
to echo my thoughts
across you in mine
in my mind at night
and i’m falling to pieces
to pick up as whole
and we’re dancing to become
to be bold as all
like fine wine
restless nights
to dry in time
to ravel in my mind
i take you
to other places
in echoes and oasis
can you hear
i’m talking to you
like how i used to
whisper in your ear
