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Alexandria Hope Apr 2017
Oh Darling, do say you were,
I think I was in your dream last night,
I came in late like walking into an occupied room
And curled into bed like you were there, sleeping on your side
I swear I heard you dreaming, within the slumbered breathing that wasn't there
I could've sworn the pillow was damp from your shower,
That I almost tripped on your shoes
Oh wake up, wake up and fly to me, let us not delay
And make that dream a reality
Like we were some epic, the fateful reunion to the joyous conclusion
of the play
And not climbing into empty beds, each wishing we weren't alone
Do say you were dreaming,
For I feel I may be dreaming, too
Alexandria Hope Apr 2017
This house has steadily been built by tears
From divorce and death and heartache throughout the years
It's curled up in the carpet, where an 11 year old dried her eyes
And in the depths of memories,
All the pain, the alcoholism and goodbyes
Now there's a woman who holds her own throughout the day,
Cries silent tears into the master bedroom walls at night
There's a boarder sobbing in the living room while her dog whines
And when I've cried my throat hoarse in the same room as all I've mourned,
I go outside to smoke and make it worse.
Alexandria Hope Apr 2017
hum, hum, heat, rain
Focus, contrast sight
Film roll, acidic soak
Low
Alexandria Hope Apr 2017
I have always loved broken things,
That I, in lack of care,
Became a broken thing, too
Alexandria Hope Mar 2017
Here I lay my cheek against the concrete,
Warm water lapping at my waist as
Cool rain ****** against my face, neck,
And gentle winds periodically hug my shoulders
A/C rumbles on inside, outside
only cars passing by
Alexandria Hope Mar 2017
My poetry will never be as delicate as a Lang Leav poem
Nobody is going to remember me, as Sylvia Plath
But who am I kidding, as sad or delicate as I've tried being,
I will always be at the core, wild.
Alexandria Hope Mar 2017
I want to know how my name tastes on your tongue
I want to make your blood sing

I want to recreate the warmth of summer in Williamsburg
With the cool breeze by the willow tree

I want to know the places you've walked and trace the footsteps
As I walk through gardens and hills and cities
And I will do it all alone, if I must

I wish the world for thee
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