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Amanda Small Mar 2014
bodies.
yours and mine
the fairy tales of anatomy books

you are the reason i stopped believing in love poems.
Amanda Small Mar 2014
i dug my nails into your back,
just trying to find purchase in the world that i was drowning in.
Amanda Small Feb 2014
you made room for yourself at the back of my throat
(the place I had reserved for unfinished sentences)
Amanda Small Feb 2014
your beard scraped my lips like sandpaper

your hands felt like lukewarm water
Amanda Small Feb 2014
i peed in the attic because the stairs creaked
and your roommates were asleep

your hair licked your earlobes
and your mouth was rough
Amanda Small Feb 2014
a body.
a boy.
a bottle
a bed.
a loss.

a boy.
a bottle.
the bed.
my body

a loss.
Amanda Small Feb 2014
"Why can't you just ******* tell me what you're thinking?"*

daffodils, painted glass, frost bite,*                                           you.
split ends, comforters, paint fumes, phone calls, spring time,         you.
knee highs, cigarettes, car rides, missed texts, hang overs, slip knots,   you.
school books, friendship, roof tops, chipped teeth, hang nails, snow shoes,   you.
pinky promise, treasure maps, lipstick, hopscotch, pudding pie, porch swings,     you.
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