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there are no pretty words
to describe the way heartache
sits heavy on your chest.
i can't find the right things to say
to make breathing any easier. i
don't know how to get rid of the
ache behind my eyes. i don't know
how to stop thinking about you.
you haven't visited my dreams in a while,
but i promise to stop crying if you come back.
to describe the way heartache
sits heavy on your chest.
i can't find the right things to say
to make breathing any easier. i
don't know how to get rid of the
ache behind my eyes. i don't know
how to stop thinking about you.
you haven't visited my dreams in a while,
but i promise to stop crying if you come back.
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what to do when he doesn't say it back
a)
you will give all of yourself to a boy who won't know you at all.
he will recycle your parts, make you stationary, bind you into
paper that he will gift back so you can write poetry about him.
you, too, say i love you quickly.
when he doesn't say it back, evaporate.
b)
he will kiss you in places you didn't know existed.
until him, you were a peasant in your body's palace.
he crowned you princess, broke the lock of your castle's gates.
when he doesn't say it back, load your cannons.
c)
you are a fountain pen.
look him in the eye when you write him letters on your skin.
when he asks to read them, surrender.
you have always be
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in which I try to forget my dreams
with Sunday-heavy lips, she calls me
selfish and means it. I remember
dreams better than people, strangers
greeting me in the grocery store over
a common past and sorry selection
of red grapes. I remember Katie
being beautiful and happy and
wearing the same abnormal toe shoes
and being a few decades older than time
would allow, I remember Emily
being alive. I remember me
escaping to France to defy logic
and stow away in a pretentious,
overpriced tourist resort where
I’d learn to speak a language
I’d never use and love people
who’d never know me; I remember
impossible things.
she tells me trust is not a virtue.
respon
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.
I am what
my father
taught me;
you'll find
the devil in
my hands.
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so sad :c but still a beautiful poem