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  • Jun 14, 2017

    to twine my legs
    in the thought of you
    crossing an intersection
    i believe
    a flicker of the candle
    temptation builds
    my hands warm
    feet stay cold
    a slight shiver
    and it wasn’t you

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  • Jun 12, 2017

    The problem is you trust them. Then they break it and once it’s broken, you never get it back. It’s that simple, but you don’t want to see it like that.

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  • Jun 10, 2017

    standing in the echoes of our lies
    we divide in the time of our lives
    to fall instead of leap
    i found you in the depth of corners at night

    wading to a tune of darkness
    
a man who cries to the music

    holding his walls as his pillow weeps
    to curl each other but feel his grip
    we slip on the ice of his sorrow
    lies of a man who fails to breathe
    eyes of a man who cannot see
    we bend to break, we focus on end
    i dance with your soul
    an aura with shades of yellow
    roses in our garden with thorns and edges
    bullets which graze skin
    to stand next to him but beneath the earth
    touching ourselves without the tips
    we gravitate to align but fail to find
    the point in where we are
    the moment in where we were
    we played in revolving doors
    but eventually you say no more

    to stand at your edges
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  • Jun 8, 2017

    I didn’t fear you. I feared us. I feared what could have been. I feared what could be. I feared the connection we had between each other. The toxicity because I could grasp the danger.

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  • Jun 7, 2017

    picking apart your demons
    in a bed of terror
    we sleep in the evergreen
    to die in ourselves is to die in this
    i lie at your side
    against your heart
    the bones of your cage feels like bliss
    does your gore please our kiss
    the blood feed the abyss
    we fuel the fire
    raging against our desire
    conversations of broken relationships stir the air
    like rapids used to take us there
    we drown in the pages of an unrequited diary
    lost pages become torn youth
    visions of ourselves in mirrors of shattered glass
    children screaming profanity
    you beheading things
    bodies playing in fields of daisies
    love takes greed
    you break to break thee
    bleed to bleed on me

    stop screaming at me
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  • Jun 5, 2017

    sullen
    over sadness
    grief
    i held your hand
    close to
    my heart
    wandering through
    your veins
    essence of your being
    we ran into
    under
    together
    hands grasp
    under the streetlights
    of our broken alley
    with thoughts scattered 
    i held you regardless
    forever
    in darkness
     
    he broke my hands
    but look who’s armless

    to be what i was, but you were
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  • Jun 3, 2017

    I stopped writing in the obvious. I wrote how I saw it and if they don’t understand it, that’s fine.

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  • May 31, 2017

    we lie in perspective
    to break each other
    take each other
    hold the hands
    of something we used to
    feel on waves
    in days and broken hello’s
    we aligned in the divide of our demise
    slow dancing suicide
    a lullaby full of death
    screaming kisses
    how he used to touch your neck
    with his lips which loved
    instead of twirled the devil
    from side to side
    breaking wishes
    kissing ashes
    dancing on acid
    i spoke his name
    with a soft whisper
    but can you see passion
    through broken glasses?

    skipping on acid
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  • May 29, 2017

    Stop making excuses for other people. For why they do certain things. For how they treat people or how they treat you. Giving excuse and justification gives defense which lets them act however they want. It allows them because you tolerated it. Don’t accept less than what you’re worth because you’re worth a lot.

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  • May 28, 2017

    they say sometimes
    you fall in love
    because they’re there
    i feel like
    this might have been true
    it might have been wrong
    the thing that scares me
    is the word might

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