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I sink deep into your eyes
There I found
An ocean of flaming bright lights
Infinite galaxies to explore
More and more reasons for me to adore
You and your stars
The universe and its crimes
And how they connect with mine



-Constellations, Margaret Austin Go
And if in the end
he happens
to break your heart
thank him
for giving you
something
to write about.
you traced over my skin
and i was so caught up
in trying to understand
the patterns you made
that i didn't realize
the gashes you left.
I'm not perfect
there are many flaws in me.
I'm not perfect
nor will I ever be.

I'm not perfect
I have never been the best.
I'm not perfect
But life isn't a contest
If only pain were tangible
So I could grab it by the throat
As it has done to me
Time and time again
I miss you deeply
When you're not around
An absent touch
An empty sound
It could just be an hour
It could just be a day
Still, it hurts my heart
To be away
Maybe the cheesiest thing I’ve ever written.
They're wrapped around his ankles,
they're pulling him down--
so much time, so much time wasted
they're dragging him down.

All the battles he's fought
cutting losses, cutting himself--
he feels the wires' pull
they'er dragging him down.

All he's invested in,
all he's spent--
all he's put into it
it all falls apart.

He feeæs the wires' pull.
Hello,
Welcome to the other side;
lust over love
we struck a dead note and
we're capsizing your boat.

You're lost
coughing and wheezing;
shivering and freezing
come through the smoke
and to the other side.

School's out
forever;
it's all pills and heels
blurring faces and nightlife lights.
Flames behind me
the smoke blinds me
the fall in front of me
don't wanna jump, not for the life of me.

We've all hit our expiration dates
Johnson dangling, entangled in a wire
he's 68, he was about to retire
a burnt child dreads the fire
and he's a lump of charcoal.

Up many storeys
the planes hit precisely.
News helicopters flying and taping
there's no escaping,
the fire's approaching.

I need to jump,
no slow death here.
Here we go,
Geronimo!

Fire caught me in my fall
God's doing his roll call
pain in my legs as the ground comes closer
I move quick, I cannot breathe, my lungs are squished
Did I tell my kids I love them?
No, but I wish.
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