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because you feel like itlast night you pressed your coffee cup / to your cherry lips / & told me you *kissed men when you were mad
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Dec 17, 2013
BeginningsI keep trying to get back to something / Like I have been lost for five thousand years and I'm just trying to catch a glimpse of myself again / But the thing about being lost is that maybe you're never found
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Nov 4, 2018
Broken RecordI think I might be a broken record / because the holes in my hands match the ones from the cross / and I'm thinking I might be continuously letting my soul die
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Aug 19, 2013
cheersthis is not a poem. it's more of an anthem, to honour all the nights i set my hair on fire with the wind & to raise a glass to all my glasses of wine brought on by poems written under candlelight. i'm not a writer, i'm just a woman paying tribute to you & all the ways you made my chest ache with infatuation & my finger tips tingle with skin-on-skin interaction. this is not a poem, i am not an artist. i am merely recollecting, reminiscing all the nights my skin was wild with alcohol & my breath was breathing out endless love letters & my guitar was singing out holy hymns. i was praising something. i was praising my body & the way my arms always unfolded for you & the way we always seemed to fit together. even when we didn't. but no, this is not a poem. i am not romantic but i was madly, romantically in love with you.
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Dec 11, 2014
Cigarette ButtsIt's been 4 months and 17 days since you were last in my time zone / All I can think about is how warm you must be in San Francisco / never dreamed you'd actually go
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May 27, 2013
Cotton CandyMagic magic kingdom / Here we are / It’s mother ******* Disney land in this cabin home we’ve built together
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Sep 4, 2019
dear to youI swear we were mixed tapes in our past lives / Mixed tapes handcrafted by secret admirers / I swear someone delicately knit you together in the womb
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Dec 9, 2013
FearI feared you in the same way I fear too much broken / I feared you in the same way I fear my own heart beat / I feared you in the same way a small child fears the push
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Nov 28, 2016
Finally FreeWe were suckleberry sonnets / Crabapple tree climbers / Little girls in pink frills
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Mar 27, 2013
HardwoodThe hardwood underneath my back is a ballad / It is listing a long letter of words along my spine / all related to missing something
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Dec 21, 2019
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