I wasn’t through it. I wasn’t over it. I didn’t even understand it. And that’s why I was lost in it.
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with life
you die a thousand times
corners of hallways
motel bathrooms
touching your thighs
kissing random eyes
in the sour of my ways
grabbing sheets to grasp a cover
in the mist of our error
we think of our childhood
to mend a certain way
we break in a moment
thrive in the shadows of our darkness
playing in the void
dancing in danger
loving a stranger
kind eyes never felt right
love was like roulette
kissing your forehead
was the deepest sadness
besides the sunsetyou touch the ones you love
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in daze
thinking of days
where you and i
fell through the floor
of our third floor apartment
swinging hands
screaming broken romance
slipping in the kitchen
on lemons
mixing wine with our liquor
kissing backwards in a state of bliss
good things end
bad things reminisce
playing tricks with our minds
you and i
did it ever exist?daisies
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i light the night with the moon
with nickels on my back
he scratches the darkest of mine
engraved in thought
i transcend to a place where you and i
never quite exist
we stand at the gates of eternity
with a slight bliss
subconscious kisses which grace our skin
i spoke to him, but as a stranger
an owl in his haven
the birds and the bees and the strangest of things
a universe where blue becomes pink
green becomes purple and love is nothing but just
two souls in a subway station
departing the same stopuniverse of just
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We weren’t running on fuel, we were running on fumes.
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running backwards with you against
the vitals of my being
we lie in fields with words unsaid
two men twined beneath the sky
with the dead in a closeness as ever before
have you screamed in the essence of a man
who turned your soul into nothing its been
a lion in his den coming for your madness
with the touch of heaven sent
i die with an aura
the rush of your coffee
running through my skin like the veins in your legs
i tangle your hair throughout my fingers
with your body atop mine
lying in your touch i feel you without you
the candle flickers in the wind
your ashes in the sky
i pretend to live without
the experience you taught me
but a single scent reminds
your eyes and couch
the night against your teeth
as we pressed against the jeep
i loved you at the time
i think of you sometimes
i still love you
even in the daylight
at midnight
at the grip of a strangers hand
sometimes our soulmates
are there to pass the time
of a horrid nightmare
to guide you through life
in the deepest of nightjuly 13th
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i used to
love the way you spoke to me
the way your arms graced my shoulders
with your hands around my back
your chest snug
you feel at peace
when somebody loves you
with roses in their hands and simple words spilling
i used to live in words
love when you heard the things i said
it hurts to be sometimes
life in my head
memories i reminisced
but he kissed the thorns on roses
shoving them with hatred
mimicking my voice with abuse
transcending my thoughts to hell in variables i failed to understand
i love you, i said
but love comes too late in the mind of a stubborn man
who etches thoughts like rhymes
holding wrong ideologies
skipping in the center of his ego
where everyone’s wrong but him
i stand at guard with value
holding truth in my being and a kiss far from where i’d be
to forgive a man for abuse which hangs your mind as he calls you crazy
for little words
an opinion
you run in place
either in terror or from it
but a stubborn man stands at his fence
scared to leave or understand it
the eyes of a man who fails to realize
is a man not worth recognizinga stubborn man
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black sunrise to white sand
ashes in the fire
but lightning strikes
rarely in our time
he rides
with violins in the background
he cries with strobes
death without hope
i’m rhyming, i’m lying
i’m fucking dying
and now we’re screaming
hateful things
throwing wine and sheets
of words we wrote in anger
slamming walls with red
painting passion where it went wrong
we said we’d never see the day
but it’s tuesdaytuesday
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I found you in our truth. Running sideways for a broken muse who loved strangers as much as alcohol.
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i feel you
wrapped in sheets
with a pulse beating beside you
riding in desire of nostalgia
timeless moments
monsoons with purple skies
death on the horizon
in 108 degrees
searching for something
more than what was
i felt you
lying in hotel rooms
in winded conversation
lies on your lips
wine stained teeth
gripping for sensation
breaking knees over edges
with your ego hovering
i felt you
with your hands upon a back
veins rest against a soft kiss
he battled with white noise
broken eyes
sadness in the voice of a man
who held a weapon
close to his heart
in weeks on end
four years and a bottle
i still feel you
in the nightit’s late and i’m thinking about you
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