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m Sep 2014
i like the way you stretch your whole body
just to tie your free-willed mane in a bun.

i like the way your eyes practice dancing
on the yellow pages of the math textbook
as if it were a map to someone's heart.

i like the way your fingers get stuck
trying to reach the rays of the sun.

i like the way your lips curve up
without even noticing
when you see the guy you've fallen for.

i like the way you're so focused
lips biting, eyebrows furrowed, face tensed;

but the one thing i like most,
especially when you're focused,
the one thing that ***** me up every time
i accidentally glance at you during an exam

is when you tuck that single piece of hair
and continue to pull it back behind your earlobe
like a stroke of wave leaving the shore,
as if it resting there was the most imperfect thing in the world
that could've saved my life.
all gender applied because girls are truly a fine piece of work.
m Sep 2014
age
they laughed under the sun;
glistened
shiny
brightly in sweat
like unshaped diamonds,
hidden in the cave
of age.
m Aug 2014
i hope i don't fall for your sadistic pleasure in ignoring me.
  Aug 2014 m
r
I awoke
at the crack
of dawn

to a blood red sun
-a bullet hole
in a faded work shirt

with a creak in my bones
a quick kiss and a groan

I thanked her
and slipped out
the back door

before her old man
came home.

r ~ 8/30/14
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