I don’t believe he deserves the thousands of poems I’ve written about him, but life doesn’t follow rules. We do things for people who don’t necessarily deserve it. But we liked it, we loved it and fell in love enough to write about it.
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our steps within
the vivid river turned ocean
we sung of
as we held on
our knees trembled
feet shook
electrons hovered
we set a tone
sat upon broken trust
the beating ring
long distance
no ease
we were the brilliance
the jagged and ever
the broken foreverbreaking
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We grooved together with a rhythm so beautiful that I could feel the moment turned into poetry.
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he was impetuous
with a touch of perfect
we were an interstate
a perpendicular intersection
where we met for a moment
and continued on endlesslyexcerpt: tangled
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All of my bad ideas were always my best.
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People are so worried about being accepted that it causes them to lose themselves and in turn, lose moments.
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back of the cab
aside the wings
your voice
words
thoughts
how lovelywe were broken
yet immersive
a glance of glass
his eyes
a dark sad mindhow it all surrounds
feeling around
grabbing the ground
touching my soul
caressing it allemotions surrendered
love that couldn’t
lies that could
it was death
but beyond beautiful
tooamerican airlines
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I’m floating. I’m flowing. I’m loving, but I’m going.
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It didn’t affect him because he couldn’t fathom how I felt. He never saw how I held or how I dealt. And when a breeze hits, his first thought is never a scent. We worked in different ways and different places, which were divided by a constellation.
