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HER:
no, stay back.
please!
inside of me
is a demon
who,
will consume
and devour
every bit
of you...

HIM:
let me, please!
just let me.
inside of me
is a hell
where,
your demon
can live...

and so
i did.

and
we became
matchsticks.

one stroke,
just a single stroke
we ignited.
into burning,
scorching flames
of crimsoned
scarlet fire...

yes,
i
can
forever
live
in
you...
just another product of imaginative mind
When you’re on a crowded subway at that too early hour in the morning and your face is submerged in someone else’s and your toes are being crushed by someone else’s feet and all of a sudden, right in front of you, a seat opens up. And as you’re sitting down, eye level at all the briefcase commotion, you feel as though the chaos can run around you and it wouldn’t even matter. You’d feel safe. You’d feel detached. You’d feel exceptionally content.
Or..
The first couple of seconds on a rollercoaster as your cart climbs slowly up the lift hill. Leaning back as your pumping heart is making a scene and you’re building up the strength to scream and you’re wondering if you can’t turn around now, if you can’t press the stop button and slide back down, if you could at least stay in this spot for a little while longer.
But...
maybe it’s also similar to that feeling when you wake up at 3am and realize you don’t have to get up yet. That you still have time to go back to where you left off and try again. Fall gracefully into that dream you’ll try hard to make sure your alarm clock doesn’t allow you to forget.
 Apr 2014 Andrew Durst
i
lullaby
 Apr 2014 Andrew Durst
i
here,
to you,
i will sing it
all to you,
every night
when you fall asleep
in my arms,
and i will
sing you
your favorite lullaby,
until we die,
because you are
worth it,
darling.
this is a guy singing a lullaby to his girlfriend,
not his daughter or some crazy 'daddy' ****.
 Apr 2014 Andrew Durst
i
paradise, parties,
adventures, dreams,
money, fame,
alcohol and good times.
 Apr 2014 Andrew Durst
i
do not get too close,
darling,
it is dark inside.
 Apr 2014 Andrew Durst
i
untitled
 Apr 2014 Andrew Durst
i
there is nothing prettier
than a city at 5 am
with its empty streets and
cold wind.
all rights go to d.c.
 Apr 2014 Andrew Durst
i
not enough,
 Apr 2014 Andrew Durst
i
even if i love you
with all my heart,
it's still not enough,
because i‘m me,
and you're you.
One day
I want to write a poem
That captures your soul
In the adjectives
Describing the sky

One day
I want to write a sentence
That you will carry
In your memory
Scarred and stained
For an infinity

One day
I want to write a short story
Of a guy
A lot like you
And a girl
A lot like me
With no lies
Only honesty
And a forever that lasted
Just a while

One day
I want to write a paragraph
About the sea in you
And the sea in me
And how we fell in
Each other
And never needed to come up for air

One day
I want to write a dictionary
With all of our own definitions
Of everyone else's words
It will start from the letter Z
And end on A
Because it will be easier
That way

One day
I want to write an essay
On how the sunlight
Made patterns on your skin
Even after you lied
And shadowed the constellations
Screaming honesty
Into the dark

One day
I want to write a novel
About the way your voice
And his voice
Sounded
Just before
You both were about to cry

One day
I want to write lyrics
For the song
I meant to sing to you
About the moon
And the sun
And how they dance
Whenever all of our eyes are closed
Even if it's just for a second
(Light
Always travels faster
Than sound)

One day
I want to write you a telegram
With someone else's hand
To tell you
How much I miss you
And how my heart
Is not in my chest anymore
Really-
It's shattered across the sky
Just for you to see

One day
I want to write you a letter
To tell you
That you didn't know what love is
And neither did I

But
I still love you
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