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maybe that's what love isthere are empty sheets
sprawled like a linen corpse
who's been given an autopsy--
and it's sprawled across the floor,
arms and legs bent and askew across
the hardwood floor.
i'm thinking of you as the spiderwebs
in the living room are glistening with
fresh dew from the remaining days of
but no one inhabits them anymore, they've
been left alone and deserted like you left me
the flies are gasping and buzzing with ecstasy,
they have been spared.
he's got me
missing his dark eyes and the feel of his unshaven
face against my cheek and the rattling of my bones
when he speaks.
tonight instead i'll be lain across the bed like those
empty sheets you forgot to wash before
i'll be tossing and turning, rethinking and my brain will
be pulsing and i'll be uttering under my warm breath that
i'm just a girl who trembles under the chilly
night sky and has the ambition of a
do i really deserve to be
and i still can't stop
I Am Forever.Love me.
My feet, broken, bruised, bleeding
for I have trekked, forever, forever
to be with you
My lungs, worn, weak, withering
for I have held my breath, forever, forever
to see your face
a masterpiece painting
on a canvas of white
but you fall apart at the seams
because seconds, minutes, hours, days, months
I Want to Love LikeI want to love like
the Apocalypse or
a Ginsberg poem
screaming, raving madly in the streets
over some little nothing.
Like a .45, safety off
nothing holding back combustion
but will and luck
which are two things
that have only ever come my way
I'd decided to love you like this
No veil, no wall, nothing
but a prayer and
a little bit of distance,
But I'm not sure
that's so feasible.
brokenyou're a green-eyed
black cat with galactic fire
in your devouring heart,
(consuming me like lapping
and your claws are drawn like
last night's curtains after you
detroit was welcoming but not
like your veiny spiderweb
but i still didn't hear the three-letter
phrase that i wanted from you.
that stupid, fucking phrase was all i wanted to
hear and you could've uttered it,
you could've uttered it.
the moon was full tonight and i like
to think it waned just for me,
and i also like to think that your pale
eyes are counting the trillions of stars
waiting to wrap me in your
SolaceShe never slept well in the dark,
not without the children of the sun and moon
to guide her weary lids home.
Guided by the aftermath, she was always two steps behind.
What did the world look like to the girl who had been through it all?
Braved the heaviest of storms,
yet skipping over cracks in the pavement.
They said her eyes were the wisps of clouds before the storm.
To him they were reflections of pages overlooked.
She said it was like she lived the life of someone she had never met.
Laid out to dry, yesterdays news.
He knew her as the girl who was built to never collapse.
He wished he was too.
He loved her more than words could say, and yet her pain was such,
that at times, he feared she wouldn’t make it.
But on nights like these, even when it threatened to consume her,
he became convinced that somehow she would.
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