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-- Feb 2018
gave up sweet months of time to be by your side
and for what?
for what conversation did we ever had that changed me for the better?
your taste in everything was politically vanilla
you fetishized my looks to the point of my own self-destruction
you made me question every flaw that fell outside the coloring book lines of
Your Dream Girl

our relationship was
sweet n’ low
i’m still looking for the real sugar
-- Oct 2017
do you know how it feels
to dance around the aloneness so often
your arms feel like a temporary poncho
made of plastic rap
ready to rip
at the slightest sign of stress.
-- Oct 2017
you'll slide your words
around my neck,
won't allow the leash
too much slack.

check my hands when i come back,
bring me peace with a kiss of my neck.

but like the dust beneath your feet
you overlook the small things,
like the way we first met.

a drunk girl spilling her words,
did you really think her instincts were dead?

has no one ever told you
you can't tame a wild animal
by holding the small of their back
and you've mistaken this one
for a house cat.
-- Oct 2017
we’ve gathered up all our assets
put them in a room

made sure to pour the gas over
before the match is thrown
-- Sep 2017
i get nervous when i think about you-
yet if you called me over tonight i’d probably be there in 20.

i used to write poems about my ex’s marlboro reds-
now i have trouble muttering a word about that parliment
hanging off your lips so eloquently.

i can only pick myself off the ground a few hours at a time everyday-
the rest of the time my fingers are fumbling to the tune of my inner
ramblings of anxiety.

i move around my room arranging objects no one really needs-
for what?
to tune out the sound of your voice in my head
telling me I’m probably doing something wrong-
again.
-- Sep 2017
your love like molasses

darkness behind your eyes
black hearts in mine

hands slipping sweet
around my waist

when we part
my fingers sticky
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