bittersweet is the place
where we rest our sore feet
after dancing all night
with a bottle of
serotonin,
oxytocin,
endorphins,
dopamine
risky and raw
on your cousin’s kitchen floor,
a place where
your hands find its way
to the arch of my back,
with you whispering,
“I can’t breathe”,
only for me to catch you smiling.
bittersweet is how
you tell me you admire
everything about me
in between
inhales and exhales,
sounding like a drunk person
eager to have the next sip.
bittersweet is when
that bottle is empty
and all that’s left
of the bottles are wines and whiskeys
and more nightcaps to sip out,
what we both do not want
to take away–
like the night
and the memories combined
and the love that grew bitter
and sour
like the colors of wine.
bittersweet is when you love me
and i love you
and we still couldn’t be together.
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Time danced in relentless motion,
and I watched as chance after chance after chance
slipped through my fingers.
Moments that could have been etched
In our shared history
were instead lost in the abyss of silence.
The words I have been wanting to say
but never have to courage to
remained locked within my soul,
stifling under the weight
of my own indecision and lack of faith.
Faith for what we could have been,
where our love could have gotten us,
and why we always find out our way
to each other's doorstep.
The unspoken truths echoed
in the depths of my being,
a constant reminder of the opportunities—
of you, of us that slipped away.
Regret paints its melancholic strokes
on the canvas of my heart,
for the road not taken will forever haunt me.
Yet, amidst the sorrow,
a flicker of hope remains,
whispering that perhaps, one day,
the universe will conspire
to reunite our paths and grant us
a second chance at the love we left behind.
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Church says, god is good. But she is best
in your mouth. Lucifer is in hell because she loved her
in a way that was not understood.
Natalie Wee, from ‘Jesus Takes Me to Bed’, Our Bodies & Other Fine Machines
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soft girl is by efb | i’m not sure where this belongs. five short poems, five points of entry. dl chapbook for free or pay what you want here.
other works
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these are the facts: i talked about fucking you in the backseat of my car before i was ever able to talk about loving you. that was easier. you send me paragraphs about moving in together and adopting cats. i reply half an hour later and change the subject before i do something stupid like throw my phone at the wall or forget how to breathe or tell you that the idea of something i can't pack up and leave with in the middle of the night scares the shit out of me.
CAITLIN ABIGAIL
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One of the habits I came to learn over the years is the art of understanding when it's time to leave; to walk away from where I am not wanted. Yet, truth be told, this was no simple feat for me; I used to hold on tightly on things, unwilling to let go. But one day, I snapped out of it and realized that that is not what I deserve.
Then, we met...after years of waiting and missed opportunities. We met, and just like that, you became a hard habit to break. I know where we stand, you and me. So, tell me, how do I leave when I know I am wanted, I just am not the only one?
s.a., caffeine thoughts #3
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Church says, god is good. But she is best
in your mouth.
Natalie Wee, from “Jesus Takes Me To Bed”, Our Bodies & Other Fine Machines
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soft girl eats nails
to become iron
soft girl swallows water
& swallows & swallows
soft girl rusts
from the inside out
soft girl wants to be
stainless steal
soft girl hopes to bleed less
& kiss more
efb | soft girl is prone to corrosion.
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