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i could sit and remain
in this pool of my own making
wetting my body, dampening myself
the heaviness of my clothes
ever increasing
but i’d rather feel
you wrap your towel around me
drying my soul
instead
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pupils are the black holes
that we fall into
falling hard, falling fast
but sometimes
at the bottom of these wells
is a lukewarm water
that warms weary feet
making us wishful again
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you were a playful rose
stemmed with thorns
i guess you were one and the same
clueless to the sharpness
that littered your core
you tell me you love me
but i won’t lie
it’s hard to love
a love like yours
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you crave intimacy
but when our skin touches
look, do you see what it does to me?
i could feel the shift in tectonic plates
an earthquake incoming
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the sound of rain
so calmly
draining the sky
watering my plants
dousing my windows
cry if you need to cry
my room is open
to spend the night
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we live in a time
where an act of love
in a world of fear
is both naivete
and revolution
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i just always found irony
in the trope of
living intensely
it’s as if a high
comes from the chase
which always
inevitably ends
the pieces and playthings
all a mess on the floor
do you care
if we venture skylines
or stay home?
does it matter
we choose to be
the couple that says no?
is it wrong
to want to be boring
and bland
and unexciting
with you?
that sounds
so exciting
to me
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if you do a dance
for me and only me
i’ll strum the strings
of your heart’s guitar
from sunrise
to sundown
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i guess part of me
is just waiting
possibly until i die
to find a place
where i don’t have to change
for anyone
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stepping out of my body
towards the other side
where we pretend to be perfect
i want to see just how fake
it all really is
so show me
undress and let me
run the tips of my fingers
across your scars
they just so happen
to be the smoothest parts
of your skin
show me
i need to know
that this is real
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im no butterfly
but if you can find something
worthwhile in me then i’ll feel
every rapture and every rebirth
with you
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Terror makes my hands
So careless, my brain
So hazy, I am all red smoke
Pulled back scream
Someone somehow show me
How to hold this heat in
Icy palms
I am melting now
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i wish to recreate
the dreams i’ve had
in the woken world
just so you can feel them too
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the wailing moment
is crawling into my skin
setting me on fire
awakening my heart
alarms are going off
the firefighters are coming
protect yourself
and all that you are
all that you long
to keep sacred
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i drew you a bath
younger me
im sorry i left you
in the corner
waiting
for so long
my back is no longer
turned to you
younger me
i didnt know
i was hearing you cry
im sorry i left you
waiting
again
i remember high school
but i dont remember you
did they love me?
did they mean it when they said
i was special?
because they arent here
anymore
im sorry
to the younger me
you dont belong in
a bed of flowers
you belong here
with me
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i had a dream
i wrapped my arms around you
underneath white sheets
i reached for the forbidden fruit
and simply let it’s warmth
trickle throughout
my entire body
and then
i woke up
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