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  • Mar 18, 2016

    i can write you a poem
    i said
    legs crossed
    head poise
    a mind stuck in white noise
    you said you were there
    yet i was here
    longing for your stare
    for our white hairs
    you spoke with integrity
    a devilish snicker
    a side smirk you never met
    we twirled around desire
    crossed our arms in despair
    lit a candle for ourselves
    never understood each other’s darkest
    yet i knew we were here
    cross-tangled in a sensual state of loneliness
    too far from our lightest touch
    we devoured the red
    became black
    shades too dark
    a vision too far from where we met

    words on paper
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  • Mar 17, 2016

    i loved him
    dramatically
    frantically 
    i held for a sense of importance
    he spoke a sultry softness
    a lullaby with translucency
    he angled his ways
    divided our hey’s
    and i stood with a reflection
    he saw himself
    with the greatness i laid
    but we weren’t so
    and he wasn’t in truth
    and i wasn’t in myself
    we were blues
    in hues
    in a soft summer
    i quite never knew

    summer of sadness
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  • Mar 16, 2016

    i wrote a poem or two
    how he held my chest
    played in my heart
    swayed in my soul
    i knew things come
    but i never understood
    when they go

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  • Mar 15, 2016

    I was the stardust. He was the moonshine. The thing I need to sleep at night.

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  • Mar 14, 2016

    twirling atop
    i slip on your hands
    falling between
    your grasp
    the warm embrace
    of your beating heart
    the darkness
    icy cold 
    flakes of your hurt

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  • Mar 13, 2016

    You do it for you and only you. That’s when it’s real.

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  • Mar 11, 2016

    i licked his lips
    with my tongue
    twisted
    from his feet to his hands
    to his false grasp
    and the laugh in the back
    of my throat
    his heels
    how he sung
    for his life, his wine
    the sadness he oozed
    i knew it was
    when i knew it wasn’t
    but i played in a switch
    held my own hand
    from his grasp
    knew his darkness was my tune
    and i played it
    like a flute
    his name was my muse
    his face
    forever bruised
    in the back of my mind
    like salty lies
    and a sad ocean
    i knew he wasn’t mine
    but who wants to say
    it isn’t right

    sad ocean
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  • Mar 10, 2016

    it was beauty
    how you clenched
    held for life
    to let your guard upon
    my shoulders
    your sadness was my bliss
    your lips was my twist
    and i loved every second
    of your tears
    down my chest

    closed arms
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  • Mar 9, 2016

    i sway with blue
    twine in red
    we became purple
    a vibrant hue
    weights which couldn’t move
    i said hello
    to a starlight horror
    who said goodbye 
    with a whisper far from here
    i spoke his name
    the lust from the tip
    of my tongue
    my arms which grasped
    the fear only the devil could hear
    i ran with a nakedness
    too far from blue
    bathed in red
    with an appeal too sensual
    for even my frankest fears

    i am red
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  • Mar 8, 2016

    The happiness in the back of my voice, that was yours. The sadness as I stood at your door, that was yours too. I was the hopeless you needed which is how we aligned so intergalactically.

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