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Alex B Jun 2019
It smells like a chapel
Inside my mouth
I sneezed
Like I would in a chapel
Because of all the dust
Alex B Jun 2018
Someone stole my color
And threw it to the wind
Scattered like ashes
I don’t know if I’ll ever find it

Someone stole my color
From the face I know so well
I saw it in the cotton candy clouds
And the teal ocean swell

Someone stole my color
I guess that’s where it went
The world looks so much brighter
Like something heaven-sent

Someone stole my color
And that’s what no one knows
Depression isn’t black
It’s the color of a rose

It’s the light orange in a sunset
And the yellow of a peach
Light blue, my favorite color
So simply out of reach

Purple like my favorite eyeshadow
No, lavender, I’d guess you’d say
And my favorite music artist
Although he has passed away

Someone stole my color
Now everything’s too bright
I suppose sometimes darkness
Isn’t the opposite of light

Someone stole my color
So I’ll wear grey and black
As if in mourning
Until I get it back
Alex B Jul 2018
I hate it because it hurts but I love you
and the circumstances ****
but we are not a circumstance.
We’re just people.
I think you love me too
and I don’t know if we have any future together
and maybe the universe doesn’t want us to be together
but I love you.
I love the way you make me feel,
I love the way you carry yourself
and how you never give up,
I love the way you taste when I kiss you
and how you hold me like I’m the most important person in the world.
I don’t know if it even matters
because maybe we’ll never be together
but I can’t just go on not telling you that
because you deserve to know  
and I deserve to tell you how I feel about you.
I know you stay away from feelings
but please don’t stay away from this,
please don’t stay away from me.
Alex B Jun 2018
You can’t fake a spark
But I miss our fireworks
We lit up the night
Alex B Jun 2018
Words flow so easily
from my lips
and fingertips
to you
Alex B Jun 2019
I don't want to be another chapter
I want to be the rest of the **** book
Alex B Sep 2019
it’s hard to tell
where it ends
and “I” begin.
Alex B Jun 2018
you sang to me once think with your heart and not your mind
and another time you told me those same words
imploring me to come back to you
I didn’t listen
I didn’t go
and now I am wondering why another won’t run to me that same way
I am thinking about you tonight
and that one line of that one song you wrote for me
wondering if
I ever really did if
you ever really let me
and if you would still do the same
Alex B Dec 2018
At a Starbucks
Because they’re really all the same
Pausing to take sips,
Spooning straw mountains
Of whipped cream from the cup I asked for
He didn’t fill it all the way
Because whipped cream is a valuable commodity
And I don’t think he liked me that much
Starbucks is the kind of place where you can write a poem with pauses
To drink your nitro
Sip your whipped cream straw
Our cashier was nervous
And had pink hair
Alex B Jun 2019
I honestly don’t think the object of the viewer’s gaze matters
Because all we really want to do
Is be able to look far away
And for once
Feel small
Alex B Jul 2019
Maybe all the Disney moms are dead
To prove a point:
You can come back from anything
Alex B Jun 2019
Wherever you are
I always add it to my world clock
So I can know what time it is
When I would hypothetically text you
Demanding that you be up and there
To listen to whatever I have to say
Because you always do
And I think you always will
Alex B Mar 2019
Opened in a little ring of pleasure
Lips so soft and innocent, untouched
Body moving with the delights of yourself
And I don’t want to kiss you
So much as I want to worship you
And all I can do
Is wait for sweet sounds to escape you
Involuntary, moans of an angel
It’s the music I needed this morning,
The music I long for always
Alex B Jun 2019
We all played back
Our best and our worst games
Today just hoping
To fall somewhere in between
Alex B Jun 2019
My next door neighbor Zack
Put both my sister and me in the hospital
On different days and years
And after all this time
I don't think I've had a real neighbor
Since Zack
Ah, the price we pay for familiarity

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