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  • Nov 5, 2014

    It was never a lingering sadness in result of us not being together. It was more so your arrogance towards the situation that brought on the sadness.

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  • Nov 4, 2014

    I’m not over it, but I’m past it.

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  • Nov 3, 2014

    I gave you my mind and body, but the most important thing, I gave you my soul.

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  • Nov 2, 2014

    a sudden was

    grooves were of bark, hands of chalk
    how they left dirt filled scars upon my skin
    the filth of his nails and the way his personality was pure hostility
    i converse with air and the musk leaves me here

    the apple of my eye, how he brought a lust for death
    intense feelings you’ve never heard of
    how a kiss could transcend demons through our world
    the melt of my skin, the way the sun begins

    coldness of his mien, but his mean never meant anything
    the hands, the dark, the way i remember a rough touch
    i’d look in the mirror and a tear would appear until one day
    i looked in the mirror and said to myself, “honey, i’m coming home”

    the phone rang as he longed for a hey
    i dabbled in my consciousness and avoided treachery
    he had the voice of an angel that only enhanced his satire of musical chairs
    the way he’d leave and return just to run his nails down my back
    but eventually you stumble through shrubs and find your track
    you leave the crack and all that was, just suddenly was

  • Nov 1, 2014

    This is who I am and who’ve I’ve been. The only difference is you’re just now realizing it.

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  • Oct 31, 2014

    You couldn’t tell I was crying because my eyes were closed.

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  • Oct 30, 2014

    You were sexy cupid for Halloween and I just wanted to be covered in blood. Our differences were superb to the point where, in reality, it was disturbing.

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  • Oct 30, 2014

    best wishes

    a snarky tune
    one i used to play
    just for you

    no longer somber
    no longer under
    hold on honey
    my phone’s ringing
    seems i’ve given my number

  • Oct 30, 2014

    on our piece ‘to love’ i am really hooked on this stanza, “my spine was yours, every pour and fiber
yet everything seems finer and the world became a bit brighter” i can relate to your poetry perhaps not your experiences since I’ve never been in love, but your words resonate with me. I find it truly beautiful that you write and although painful as it may be you continue to do so and that’s beautiful. If you explain a bit of that stanza for me I get a visual of a sexual reference. thx!!

    Thank you so much! That is one of my favorites. I do have a lot of pieces with sexual references, but that’s one of the few that doesn’t have any. The poem is about letting go. I know you asked for a part, but figured I would explain the stanza as a whole. 

    “The rain roughens my skin and the acid peels off layers letting everything in.” Even though the relationship was harmful, it roughened my edges and strengthened me as a person.

    “It started with a chat and a kiss, a broken wine glass that removed my neck.” The first time we met and our first date (I broke a wine glass on the first date). Then I use the wine glass as a metaphor to take it from the first date to the last (at the end I gave him everything and I would’ve even died for him – given him my neck).

    “My spine was yours, every pour and fiber.” I’m just emphasizing how I gave him everything I could.

    “Yet everything seems finer and the world became a bit brighter. Now life is at ease and I can genuinely lift from my knees.” Even though I gave him everything, it’s all good. Experience brings knowledge. No more fake smiles. No more self-pity. It’s really all good.

  • Oct 29, 2014

    My muse is six feet, a hundred and ninety pounds and cradles my soul in his arms without knowing it.

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