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a brief catch up between a hawk and a sparrow

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Not to be a slut but can I rest my head on your chest and listen to your heartbeat?

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― Salma Deera, Letters From Medea

[text ID: The centre of every poem is this: / I have loved you. / I have had to deal with that.]

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i was not made for hookup culture, i was made for the most soul crushing experience ever. i was born to feel everything entirely and endlessly. i was made to feel everything deeply

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"Would you peel an orange for me?"

I would peel a pomegranate for you.

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oh to live in a time where labels weren’t necessary for relationships; the lines could be blurred and all you needed was to be sure about how you felt

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sorry i needed to. dunno if someone has done this already

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I don't care.

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“Greenish-yellow”

Trees dark black road wet grey

(I don’t want anymore of that by the way)

Not ever sure which song to play..

Wish I could bring you here whoever you are

Sitting in this jar pretending

little bugs are stars..

My eyes form faces in outlines, shadows,

hallucinations…

Trying my best to not experience this alone

Never silent with the crickets and toads

Greenish yellow flicker from my fairies afloat

I deliberate their high hums and low tones; yet I can feel rage boiling under my skin…Deep breaths deep breaths deep breaths in

Honeysuckle puddle wet bark burnt rubber

Wasting time on wankers

and blokes

I hope I choke I wish I had something to smoke

Wind whispered stay as long as you need

There is patience in nature I find

from this flower sprouts giving us a seed

and again by the wind a bird a boy a machine

My body my cycle with none other than she

My moon my sky my greenish-yellow sparkle my willingness to flee

“We are not trees, we are not planted”

Tonight I don’t think I wanna be a human being.

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“Saving Face”

Same drain same clog same smoke same fog

Knowing you can read my mind and still not reading the signs

Love songs on repeat I listen I sympathize

I try the same and over the head it flies ..

I think when we’re older we could try this again,

Not behind the black outlines of trees not the curves and bends

Out in the open I wanna see your face in the sun!

Some shimmer glimmer in his eye but the end is drawing near

Alarming silence and frozen with fear

Fear that it’s been too long since I’ve last spoke

Lost in my head replaying any words you said making me into a joke

Showing me a new song by a band i found 2 years ago

It’s been so long since I had someone of my own

Even for just one night giving me their attention, their time ..

Back to the front seat we are so far apart I wanna smell your skin I wanna hear your heart

Don’t even look at me I feel like a fool !!

Holding out hope, pretending she’s wise..

Mature yet stuck, saving face, playing cool

Give me a kiss when I rest my eyes ;

Not sure we can exist under warm lit skies..

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“I’m So Tired”

You’ll find my teeth in a million years

might be green, might be grey

I appreciate the efforts

Of looking for traces to prove

That someone else was here.

The hole in my heart might be what consumes me

I hope the sun explodes first

At least then I won’t feel it

Didn’t say it that day

When you gave yourself away

to the hundreds roaring,

Pouring into a glass with a hole in the side

Asking why can’t I ever be full..

Wide eyed browns I look to the sky,

a moment with you when you stop to say goodbye

Never not here when I put you out in my ashtray,

Sleeping sound a Tuesday in May..

Mother Nature whispers, “dov’è finito il tuo amore?”

Their fingerprints soaked into the raindrops;

A different kind of downpour.

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“a little too soon”

This one ain’t got nothin on realistic delusions

Questo carino ragazzo

con stellato

blu occhi

Screaming with my last breathe till I’m choking -

Secret message in a songs bottle,

Why tell me anything?

(To keep feeding my pride)

Missing concrete moves

Humming catchy tunes

Something in me must have shriveled and died !!

Future me thankful she tried

Past me fleeing to hide

When can I, when will I

Relax, accept the present?

It will happen a little too soon

(Or curse me to be hellbent)

Me and you the sun and moon

We aren’t all that different…

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“amante immaginario”

I need to get the fuck out

I need to take a break

Filled with pensive doubt

All the worlds a stage

To the sky to the sea please,

please leave me be

Crave to be alone

tired of feeling lonely

I wanna move to the moon

(but only if you can come to)

No atmosphere no gravity but chasing stardust endlessly

Sunday reset got me manic

what should I pull up on da tv

Can’t believe I think about you this much..

Sweet dreams, amante immaginario.

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need somewhere to share my poems

How’s it hanging fellas ?

Sorry in advance they’re all abt yearning or death <3

“ Shakespeare for the hopeless romantic bastards with too much time to be depressed “

How utterly tragic it is for the greatest gift of love

Even never once fulfilled

To tear through your skin and eyes

Paper weighted down to the dirt

Grass stained plaid jumpers and blueberry printed tablecloths

Ceasing from within our grasp

The drop of a hat

Late night ambulance ride or

Drawn out for years on end..

To be reduced to a plaque or a park bench.

The greatest gift of love to be just, ever so delicately, out of reach.

Grief is to know nothing can prepare your stomach for the emptiness.. and unwillingness to ever be full again.

To never recognize feeling full until it’s a distant memory of oatmeal cookies in an absurdly large jar always aching to be opened,

and to be held,

With those small sticky summer tanned hands

I can go back when I’m resting my eyes I need the right amount of nostalgia perhaps a bottle of fine Italian wine

But it’s only around the corner I have to remind myself !

No matter how far into the night i pry

I can rest happily knowing we found romance, wonder, and serenity

under the same sky.

With all my love, this isn’t goodbye.