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My sunset is lit
Like a fire
So is your stars lighten up
The blue sky
My heart is bright
Like a moon
So  your smile radiants life
My universe is infinite
So your world stands out.
The things you do to please someone
The sacrifice you take to make someone happy .
Enough would be an underestimated word to please someone .
Putting yourself first isn’t selfishness
how do i pick my poison?
when loving you, and leaving you
are both equally toxic.
 Mar 2019 BlackAndWhiteStars
rk
crimson hair on soft pillows
like flames on water
darkness felt like home to us,
spending each night
talking to the stars
your teeth tracing my veins
my touch
enough to contort you.
our nights became ritualistic
your pulse pushing out your skin
shadows finding shadows
your demons meeting mine,
the moon was burning
my heart on fire
you are my muse.
My most devoted friends are those I've never met
I am made of dead things.
I am composed of the last exhale from cooling lips.
I am the twitch in the still body's toes
and the hardening of its skin.
I am the shake of a uniformed head, a gasp of a mother, a tear of an orphan.
I am built from decay and anger and sorrow.
It takes so much old energy to get me to tomorrow.
This little one is
My sweet yellow bird
With a butterfly heart
For TS Awareness and my little butterfly

is it weird that I can
see the ghost of you
in this empty apartment?

is it weird that I keep playing
your voicemail before I go to sleep at night?

(I can't help it, your voice comforts me)

is it weird that i can still
taste the cherry cola on your lips
as we shared our final kiss?

is it weird that you've moved on
yet I'm still lying in bed wondering
if you're awake thinking of me too?

Early morning sun
day has just begun
and you're in a foot race

The wind was howling in my head
but she still lays here in my bed
the opening door
the light on her face

My guitar ate me yesterday
and spit me up in my hide-away
just to see what I’d say

when no one’s around

Bodies dragging through the streets
I wonder if they'll ever see
what’s staring
right at you

A lashing of letters
when the speaking is neat
****** black knees
you feed the streets
you are meat
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