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I almost told you I loved you. I don’t think I really do. I love the excitement of you.
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It’s roughly midnight on a Saturday night. Half of us are in our underwear. Sweaty. Disheveled. Clothes are scattered across the floor like an orgy-tornado passed through.My body hasn’t gotten the message that it’s over yet.I’m on fire. Buzzing. Tingling.I can still hear the applause, the laughter, the callbacks.How alive can one person feel?And when…
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A man with careful words moving at the pace of old forests. Warmth is a kind of language Spoken underneath black leather jackets With frozen hands on his ribcage. Trembling, like a struck match As you pull my knees apart. The fire is already lit. Slow-burning for months Beneath stage lights and long, lingering looks.…
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How to start?Do you seek a pretty origin?Start on the right foot. What words can I use-utterances to engulf, to ensnare?There are no words for this depth. How long have you lived outside yourself,watching and observing,running to escape? I catch your breathas you exhale from across the room. If only you would just fucking look…
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I cling to the things you said, like grapes to the vine. The spaces between what you said and what I heard. The longing between things left unspoken and the time I see you again. (Miles to go.) Does it ache for you like it aches for me? I remain with fragments of memories and…
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I take in how you held it all together Head hanging low Like the full moon Face fixed Like a still lake One pebble disrupts the whole surface I toss my penny in the wishing well, but The mask drops The facade fades Like May slips into June There’s your pissed off pout A decade…
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My heart is fragile like a flower. Your temper, delicate like a bomb. Ensnared between love and hate. Unhinged rage. And fight or flight. What have we become? A blind woman, feeling my way through the endless dark. My fingertips trace the outline of what used to be love. Now, it’s hard and jagged. My…
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