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Winter’s Veins Are Filled with Oceans (I Am God)My heart is a hurricane yet my blood is the bay, / My mind tells me to run but all I want is to stay. / Suddenly within these puzzle pieces, denatured with time,

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Feb 14, 2015

Tight JunctionsI am giving up on the thought that you will ever give me as much time as I give you honor. / Every time I try to grow a flower, you hand me a bomb. / The world is a dark place, and I am a mere candle, trying to hold it together in the wind.

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Nov 16, 2014

YearningI want to feel your teeth so close to my veins / I can hear the hickeys you're about / to leave on my neck,

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Oct 27, 2014

sea flowerYou are the bloom of the / starlet sea flower and when / I swim down to smell you

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Oct 21, 2014

Always.Love is unselfish. Love is unconditional. Love is wanting their happiness, even if it does not mean your happiness. Love is being awake and alive and wishing they were here to experience this with you. Love is being ******* furious, taking a deep breath before you twist the knife in, and instead stitching them up. Love is holding back their hair and rubbing their back while they throw up; drunken mistakes are nothing to be ashamed of, babe. Love is feeling blood and hormones rush through your body the moment you realize they're here, they are here. Love is birthday cake, Christmas lights, spotlights and dreamboats, breakfast for dinner, and making anywhere home as long their arms are around you. Love is moonlight *** morning kisses before you've brushed your teeth, their hand sliding down your pants under the table. Love is craziness, insanity, being so fueled by emotion that nothing makes sense and you can't help but act. Love is singing it all at the tops of buildings, kissing them when nobody or everyone is watching, being not only unafraid but proud to claim them as yours. Love is wanting nobody else in the world except them because nobody else is worth it; nobody else could hold even one-tenth of their value to you. Love is meaning it, every word. Love is ridiculously long letters, hand-painted cards, drunk text messages, and forever-blurred vision. Love is a slip of the tongue while you're high, playing guitar on a back porch at three in the morning, and wanting someone with every fiber of your being even if you'll swear to the death that you don't. Love is choosing someone, knowing that although it's going to be difficult, and painful, and sometimes ****** you are willing to take on any challenge as long as they will be there when you wake up in the morning. Love is deep, deep, deep down, sometimes small but always glowing, ready to spark a fire again at any time, if only you'd poke at the embers and let it burn.

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Sep 28, 2014

I'm Your Bad DreamBack bent, arms out, / I cannot contain my spirit's desire. / I will dance if there is no music,

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Sep 15, 2014

Twisted @ the Stage DoorIt’s all spinning in my head, burning with friction and fire. Your name is etched all on my lips, all crossed out with a scar. I’ve been trying to erase it, but it’s so strong I can taste it even now. I am so ashamed and so alone and maybe that’s why I can’t think of anything else. I am so high, I’m out of my mind, but I can’t come down. I’m unsure if your heart beats just as mine. I can’t say now but something’s brewing, boiling up with time. I ******* miss you and it is hurting every fiber of my being; I refuse to wonder why. I can’t come to terms with what’s lurking under my bed. I’m afraid that this is all in my head. I’m afraid that I’ll never see you again… if I tell you any of it. Because I know you’ll just blame me. Because it is not what we think or what we have, it is what we do. The choice is clear from you. I still miss you.

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Sep 6, 2014

Party HatsBlue clouds and soft notes and fingers down my spine, / The wood grain looks like thick rain and your taste is fine (so fine.) / Let the wind blow wherever I go, I’ll lead you where it’s safe.

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Aug 28, 2014

Sweet SubconsciousYou were born / Inside the old letters / I wrote when I was nine.

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Aug 28, 2014

19 (Almost 20)Undeniable draw with a / taste for the taboo, / my world is sparkling

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Jun 24, 2014

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