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Day Jan 2015
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you took a half of me that i didn't know i'd ever notice was missing the second you looked in my eyes and said my name like you'd always known you'd become my greatest tragedy, because you already read from the script

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i was drawn in by your devil-may-care grin and blinded by an immediate want to be wanted


i fell in love with the way you forgot to be who you thought people expected you to be when you were with me


and when you were with me ( i could almost swear you loved me, too )

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maybe my confusion grew on the midnights you'd call me and ask me to come lay with you- just lay with you, like i was the only thing that scared away your demons


or maybe it came about when you pressed tears into my skin on a day that was supposed to be about me but ended up being about you and, honestly, i didn't even care what the day started for


either way,


i would've let every day be about you.

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you never apologized and, if i have forgiven you for anything else because you make me weak,


i will find a way to never forgive you for that

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i can assure you no woman will ever learn to cherish you like i did


i'll let you live hypothetically, though-

even if one did, i promise you she'd never be able to care about you like i would have if you'd have let me

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you birthed the meaning of two words for me in those winter months, words my father prayed i'd never have understood

i can sing songs of unrequited affection better than any skylark

and i'm learning to tack melody to a sonnet about healing better than any plant who's lost their sun

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i wish i didn't miss you this much
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""Missing" is a part of moving on." - Unknown

Got rid of any lingering feelings about it. About him. I'm content and I've been content, but people keep expecting me to feel so, there. I felt. I've dusted my hands of it. I want to be done. It's been time to close this chapter.
Day Jan 2015
damnation* is loving the sun while you
are the moon,
refusing to touch Sleep because you'd
rather kiss her cousin,
knowing your words will eventually become
a tourniquet,
and filling your heart up
to the brim with
formaldehyde..

but believe me when i say;
i'd be ****** for you.
Day Dec 2014
There are galaxies in my throat
all named after you.
Day Nov 2014
I called you about wall portals because
you're the only voice I ever want to hear,
but especially when my senses are heightened and
I feel at one with the world.

I could talk to your voicemail for hours and never get tired,
because I know it will eventually reach you..

.. and I remind you all the time because
I don't want you to forget.

It isn't just about love,
it's about reminding you that,
because I love you,
I'm never going anywhere,
ever.
*

Stop wondering about whether you should chase me away or not.

I'm not ******* going anywhere.
Day Nov 2014
Learn to touch me without your hands.

Your body is beautiful, but when can I
learn your soul?

I'm ready to be what makes your eyes light up
like the bible, like religion, like
what brings you to your knees..

.. Look, I just want to be your God.

Read over my curves like the Quran,
let your lips echo and repeat my name away from my skin,
breathe thanks under your breath for every time I
lift you up.

Your burdens are mine to shoulder, my
lov-

no. Say it first.

Let lightning strike you down if you don't mean it,
so I pray you do.
Day Nov 2014
tell me about the callouses on your hands & how i can heal them on my heart.
i want the remnants of them to be found if anyone dared to dust there.
maybe i should stop thinking about you so much;
you come with an auditory label that screams "danger here" & you
sound your alarm every time i feel close,
but i have selective hearing so you're only ever alarming yourself-
i know you're good.
we don't fight for the things we don't love,
& you were birthed from love & war so i know the battles
you pick are worth it,
even the ones you pick against yourself.
this poem began as a declaration that I love you but
you already know that, so let this serve as a reminder instead.
you are fire & i love to be burned,
you are stars & i love to wonder,
you are love & war & you & perfect
& perfect & perfect & perfect & perfect
& you,
so let this serve as a reminder.
*

I don't wanna talk about it, though.
Day Oct 2014
Break your back over
my heart three times &
claim it's body poetry.

Knock on wood & pray
Zeus didn't hear you.

You say you know no better,
but I've seen the malice in your eyes the
moment before our lips touch & I am
afraid; I love it.

Trust you trust you trust you..
Why would you beg I trust you?

You knew from the second you
saw me that you would end up
covering me in kisses the way
lava covered Pompeii
& giddily watch as I suffer when
you leave me to dry.

You are so heartachingly beautiful,
&, as the daughter of Apollo, I am
obligated to let the son of Aphrodite know;
my father was the brightest star
until nineteen years ago.
*
Sorry, Daddy,
I know you told me never to love a man anything like you.
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