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i hate not
understanding everything
about
what you
do.

i feel the need to understand why
you let your right foot tick
while you keep your left foot
so perfectly
still.

why you watch me
hug my knees instead of
letting the ropes of your arms
hug around my chest.

why you kiss my lips
when my forehead
gleams.

why you hold my thighs
when my hands
are so far apart
and lonely
when my thighs are almost
always
together.

i hate not understanding
everything about what
you
do.
i don't like mysteries
i can't be the only one.
i never understood why
he whispered ****
but screamed
every other word.
say ****
as loud as you can
i used to say,
my hands holding
the sides of his face-
i just wanted him to be real with me
say **** as loud as you can
and then whisper every other word
until your breath runs
real thin against the palms of my hands-
I just need you
to be real with me.
 Mar 2014 Azrael-Always
Wednesday
Once you told me “I’m going to write you a poem”
I took your jawline in my fingers and held your eyes in mine and said
“Don’t ever”

only it came out a little strangled and raspy
like the voice cracking on a freckle faced pubescent boy

You didn’t heed my warning
and a week and a half later I got three pages of
star signs and
rose petals and
wishing wells and
my eyes compared to 24 other things

And three months later you started to look like
a wilting ivy
a dehydrated leaf
a floating corpse

and I still blame it on poetry
and the way it eats at your soul
and rips its way through the lines in your palms

it nails words into the gaps in your spine
and wraps itself so tightly inside you it contracts your muscles
until it controls you

until the letters desperately written are more like *****
just something forced out of you to let go of a little sickness

I could say
“I told you so”
if I was still 9 years old
and didn’t know how it felt to let a pen and 26 letters control you

I could say I told you so

but instead I am just buying my third cup of black coffee
and trying to find another pen
Sometimes he let his eyes rest on hers, it needn't have been painful,
but it strangely was.
He broke a lifetime of avoiding eye contact to show her.
She was worth overcoming obstacles for.
 Mar 2014 Azrael-Always
Xyns
Does it surprise you, My Darling
That I fell into a trance
That I abandoned my battle stance

Does it upset you, My Darling
That I lost myself in you
That I believe it all is true

Isn't it wonderful, My Darling
That you've found me
That we're meant to be
i once dated a boy who found it "adorable" that i know how to change my headlights
     fill my radiator
     change the oil
     and notice every stopsign as i'm halfway through it
he dumped me via text

before that
there was a boy who loved my lack of first person capitalization
     my over-use of metaphores and similies
     the way i personify the night
     and practice preforming poetry in the shower
he took off into the sunset with my journal in his shoulder-sack

and somewhere in between
i stopped asking myself what it means
threw up my hands
     and learned to enjoy the ride
"every day, it's a'gettin closer,
rolling faster than a roller coster.
love like yours..."
A pearl is kissed; licked
By a gentle, questing tongue,
Ecstasy greets her.
Not a new one, but my sexiest, I think!
 Mar 2014 Azrael-Always
Danni
Sky
 Mar 2014 Azrael-Always
Danni
Sky
I am like the sky.

We blush at the same
        moments:
before the dark,
and before the light.

We don't know the difference.
For it's only when we can't see
the beauty in ourselves
We truly see the beauty
in the people surrounding us
I never knew whether to be flattered
by your care. Or suspicious.
I suppose now, as I stand back,
my weight pressured solely on my heel,
head turned up to the clouds, chin
puncturing out it's tears-
I know now-
that flattery lead you
everywhere your feet
wants to land.
it's a funny thing
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