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  • Nov 10, 2015

    We swore we’d make it through, but we drowned in the rapids of our love.

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  • Nov 9, 2015

    the distance in the air
    the way he stood there
    with his hand in his pocket
    light glistening behind him
    his eyes, how they feared
    a deep beauty within

    he mumbled a few words
    his aura
    how it spoke for him
    i loved
    i knew
    i just met him too

    it worked in ways
    lead us to daze
    in what we thought it was
    what we assumed it could be
    but assumptions turn to dust
    and what we assume
    breaks trust

    so i stood in the dark
    listening to a voice i never knew
    how it could be
    when it never was
    how it should’ve been
    i told myself

    but things work in motions
    we learn by mistakes
    with broken trust
    by letting us experience
    first hand
    how we thought it was
    but how reality showed us

    patio love
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  • Nov 8, 2015

    I was greedy in a sense. I had everything I could ever want standing right in front of me and I didn’t know how to handle it. I wanted more, something else. I need to want and I can’t want when I have it all standing right in front of me.

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  • Nov 7, 2015

    a slowness
    we move
    a pace
    of rapidness

    we mistook our sultry
    for all it was

    a slowness
    of impeccable
    stature

    he stood with hands
    grasping my head
    kissing my lips
    fucking my mind

    and i kind of just
    loved him in pieces
    in a slight variety
    of my own intentions
    and i mistook him
    for all he was

    a handsome man
    a kind soul
    who seemed to transition
    before my eyes
    and i stood in remorse
    for what it was
    and was saddened
    by what it could be

    but i loved my soul
    more than him
    and i loved my ego
    more than i should’ve
    but no one knows
    when to fall in love
    as it happens when it happens
    and stops when it stops

    falling through and out
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  • Nov 6, 2015

    i danced with vials
    a symphony choir
    with hands in my pockets
    hairs on end
    with men
    who could bend

    there i stood
    in my entirety
    with legs above
    beyond
    anything
    you could dream of

    and it wasn’t sex
    and it wasn’t lust
    but it was that feeling
    of ice
    which slips down your neck
    caresses your lungs
    when you fall in love

    that feeling
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  • Nov 5, 2015

    You can’t be afraid to lose someone for the fear of becoming lost, as eventually you are always found.

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  • Nov 4, 2015

    i lie alone
    a beige couch
    tufts
    a grey blanket

    how time was once
    a blessing
    the way it could slip
    between cracks
    bend my back
    breaks my hands

    and there we were
    in heat
    dancing under
    a frozen moon
    skipping on ice
    just to hide
    our desires
    from each other
    like two subliminal strangers

    broken truth
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  • Nov 3, 2015

    …and I kinda just fell into a whirlpool of nothingness. There I was, surrounded by black: no stars, no love, nothing at all.

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  • Nov 2, 2015

    i loved
    a boy
    who sat
    in recluse
    in the eve
    his soft
    the hard
    the dashing
    of his lights
    how he was my muse
    but also my night

    knight in night
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  • Oct 31, 2015

    and i said
    you were beautiful
    but you couldn’t hear 
    with haze in your eyes
    devil in your ears

    you swayed from left to left
    until you were lost
    in the woods of your mind
    the translation 
    you couldn’t seem to find

    and there we were
    running from ourselves
    to find ourselves
    in a generation of loneliness
    where we hurt ourselves
    to keep ourselves

    act of disappearing
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