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 Oct 2013 M
Megan Grace
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 Oct 2013 M
Megan Grace
I am stupid
and I am in love
and I feel the words
forming on my tongue
with every smile and every
stroking finger, every eyebrow
wiggle and brushed cheek. But I
have forgotten how to speak
recently and I'm worried
my mouth is eventually
going to be too heavy
to say what it needs
to. Please stay, I
love you so.
 Sep 2013 M
Megan Grace
because my lungs are
becoming your most
common punching bag
without you being
aware. I don't think
you're as much in this
as you originally
wanted to be.
 Sep 2013 M
Megan Grace
Dear,
 Sep 2013 M
Megan Grace
all my poems have stopped
sounding like poems and
just read like I'm trying to
write you the same letter
in eighty different ways.
 Sep 2013 M
Megan Grace
Simple
 Sep 2013 M
Megan Grace
Mostly I ache for the times
late in the evening when
we've resolved to mush on
top of each other- stroking
fingers and lingering
forehead kisses- and your
words come in soft tides
on my neck. I can't fathom
being with anyone else.
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