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  • Jun 24, 2017

    with your legs against the wall
    i caress your ribs
    two hands with two thumbs
    gliding across 
    to touch your lips would be to fall
    we run through daises 
    one way phone calls with voicemails
    two lost in translation but one awake to what was
    twirling in our bliss
    frozen in a loss of moments
    time is of the essence but you were heaven
    your softness was depression
    we lit candles in our mind
    making wishes for wrong chances
    dancing with devils
    dancing on treble
    i never realized
    this was our swan song
    i never realized
    heaven wasn’t quite right

    it feels good to feel wrong
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  • Jun 23, 2017

    i drank to sleep with you
    in dreams i twine
    your thoughts with mine
    breaking your neck to recall our sins
    i light the fire with fumes of my might
    breaking dishes in hallways
    where we used to dance within
    the corridors of my eve
    slumbering in night but awake in fright
    of you within my being
    controlling fleas to bite in time
    to remind the wise of vine at night
    strolling through streets
    with your hands against mine
    to cemeteries in a broken july
    where death reminisces and your neck was to be a wish
    but i dance in thought and throw words at paper
    twirling around your mind with words
    which remind you of things i said
    words we skipped
    pinot and noir and wines we sipped
    under the sky with legs wrapped around my chest
    i speak to you through this
    a poem mixed of a kiss, nostalgia, your lips
    four years and i still reminisce 
    about your eyes and white shirt
    a libra, but a boy who turned to man
    upon yours against mine
    in night
    in time
    in another life

    it’s the day i met you
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  • Jun 22, 2017

    I loved from dusk till dawn, evil sentences. We stand with things, with people who are bad for us because sometimes we don’t know what’s right for us. We take each day with new strides, low lows and high highs. I didn’t love him until I did. That was the key – until I did. That was something he couldn’t understand, something he failed to understand. We don’t love each other at the same time. We love in intervals. Our intervals generally don’t align. We live at different times, in different lights. Sometimes different lives. When someone says they love you, take it. You take it even if it isn’t true. You take it because there’s no hurt to love. There’s only hurt if you regret not accepting it. False love hurts for a moment, true love hurts for eternity.

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  • Jun 21, 2017

    i stand at guard
    with fists twined in the demons you left
    to be in heaven, to be in arms
    i dance in the mist of your streets
    stepping on stones where you lie
    we hurt the name to hear our voices
    the disdain in pain in terror i call you
    your voice echoes in horror
    i dance with ghosts to dance with you
    bleed black to feel you again
    grinds of your coffee beans 
    saws of limbs gone
    i hurt you in night
    your naked body dreams in me
    we wade in the rapids i called ever
    you dance with me, but i danced with the devil
    singing in champagne glasses
    crazy never called, knives never lied
    your eyes were always 
    the finest little white lies
    hands marked
    scars of my body i recognized

    i danced in your little white lies
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  • Jun 20, 2017

    To be a rose in the garden. The man with jagged edges who scrapes your essence as he walks among you. A muse who caresses like lightning, a beautiful devil in disguise.

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  • Jun 19, 2017

    And even in dark,
    I still loved you.

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  • Jun 18, 2017

    to be broken in your mouth
    with lips pressed against the gloss of your teeth
    i dance with you to dance with me
    the hue of your glasses
    a reflection i’ve never seen
    a ghost of a man with eyes dark like the shadows of his night
    i wade in your truth
    the violin plays in the creeks of our eve
    singing blues to a man with ashes instead of eyes
    i hurt you to hurt yourself
    to feel if it’s real
    a fairytale never seals the dream but it steals the heart
    veins of your lungs with vain of your soul
    i twirl in the heat of your breath
    lies of a man with sound like rapids
    we entertain the seas in his heaven
    breaking hell to break this
    a kiss was with shades
    a dark like night
    but a gradient of a man i met in the daylight
    who lingers his heart to catch his pray
    yet you can’t catch what doesn’t exist
    you can love a man and tango
    dancing in the echoes of his corridor
    touching yourself
    where the creeks of his ashes
    fail to linger

    i would be worth
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  • Jun 17, 2017

    i died in your eyes a thousand times
    and i wondered why
    you still loved me

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  • Jun 16, 2017

    We live in the moment because not everyone follows the same expectation.

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  • Jun 15, 2017

    a theatre of blues
    with broken boys
    in the seats of their sorrow
    lights flicker as white noise whispers
    i heard his name
    with the corner of my eye
    i met a clairvoyant
    in the shadows of a room
    wondered where they were
    but became my muse

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