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[poetrille]

every time i talk to you i feel bad about myself

except when you see my body

and i’m starting to doubt what this is all about.

[poetrille]

hey hey hey

look at other people and find something beautiful about each person you pass

it’s not hard at all

and before you know it you’ll be looking at your reflection in the mirror

[poetrille]

romance is complicated

addicting but sometimes I’d rather be free

[poetrille]

the idea that i am others’ for the taking hurts immensely

i am not yours for the taking

i’ve given myself to you

how dare you call me easy.

[poetrille]

you were both intoxicatingly complex

broken in a way that i wasn’t

it was beautiful, how many parallels could run between people who were so different

yet hurting in the same ways

the fears that drove us converged, and in the dark we found each other

hurt and lonely

and held each other despite the things we couldn’t understand.

[poetrille]

i want to have people i’ve found for myself that i don’t run the risk of hurting

[poetrille]

there’s always the lover of whom you’ll speak forever... something about the way they hurt you strikes a harmony so sweet you can’t help but recount it.

[poetrille]

Can I whisper the truth to you? Of mixed feelings and beating hearts For the first time in forever, I’m feeling butterflies.

[poetrille]

My admiration is no secret But I’m still your secret admirer.

[poetrille]

Want to be selfish, Want to be selfless,

Want you to want me, Want you to beat this.

Want you to give up, Want you to move on,

Want you to stay and wait, Want to write you a love song.

And when the poésie runs out, I’ll have to say it clear and loud

You’re in my head, You’re on my mind, I think it might be real this time.

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Talking, talking, talking It’s comfortable with you Forever topic-hopping Gazing into the bright blue.

Hours pass too quickly Soon a day’s gone by Peaceful introspection Under clear skies.

[poetrille]

Simple happiness unnoticed Until in memory re-lived Our most loved and treasured moments Seemed perhaps most commonplace A shared smile, subtle instant A feeling between friends Beyond all fame and fortune Will bring us peace time and again.

[poetrille]

Boy on canvas

Like simple syrup, a honeyed voice Issues from the portrait of perfection I have painted for myself Sweet and satisfying, a perfect mix with whiskey, The sour of life, Though all it boils down to is sugared water.

How did I create such a lie for myself? Between his sparse words I strung garlands of flowers Though the poetry was to be taken as it were If not with a grain of salt.

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Blackberries by the roadside Taste better than the ones I grow Wild sweetness like nothing else I know.

Sunshine ripened, cooled in the shade By happenstance, I passed them And by luck I found perfection No one can cultivate.

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Dark Chocolate

Bittersweet’s a grown-up flavor Unfamiliar as a kid

Young, I hated all reminders Of that which wasn’t sweet And painless

And yet one day I, too, tried dark chocolate And its flavor felt familiar As it never had before.

[poetrille]

In the quiet summertime We walked through misty side-streets And we believed in magic. Hours spent in the library Reading comic after comic, Hours spent in the attic At the typewriter, dreaming away.

Hours spent in the gardens Collecting little flowers Hours we spent singing About these simple cloudy days.

[poetrille]

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