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  Jun 2018 Alex B
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when a poet falls in love with you
you can never die
they will notice the way
you rub your palms and look down
when someone is angry at you
and the way you smirk
as you pull away from a kiss

they will notice how you can't sleep
without your body touching someone else's
how you never crease any pages of books
and how you close your eyes when you dance in your kitchen
with your record player on

they will find all of the words
that they see you as
and turn them into something beautiful

people say you die twice
once when you stop breathing
and when someone says your name
for the last time

if you fall in love with a poet
they will never stop
mentioning your name
you will be alive
for eternity
Alex B Jun 2018
The world can’t see me like this.
Not again.
The people who look, a given,
but certainly not the ocean—
the moon, the sunset, the tide.
They have known me in a different life.

You took my talk as truth,
and proposed a compromise.
So I donned an unfamiliar sweatshirt,
a black cap and glasses.
Though you had nothing to hide from
By any stretch or reach
You and me went incognito to the beach.
Alex B Jun 2018
I live with this outdated illness
That keeps following me around
Just when I think it’s gone for good
It creeps up without a sound

If you only knew how it killed me
But cruelly kept me alive
You would know that waking up
Is as good as fighting to survive

Where did I go this time
And how long will it take to find me
Will these pills give me the will to live
Or how about all the ******* therapy

Sometimes I wish it was cancer, or a tumor,
Something to prove I’m not well
Some redeeming affliction
To paint a portrait of this sickly hell

And when it hits the way it does,
Life gets put on the shelf
What kind of illness is this, where the
Main symptom is losing yourself

— The End —