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1.1k · Jan 2017
snow in the south
Cas Jan 2017
She tells me I’m beautiful
like the snow she’s seeing
for the very first time.
Her mouth opens to catch
some of the cold, and it
slides down her throat,
and I want to kiss her,
if only to steal the shivers
from between her teeth.

but instead, I stand on the
ledge in front of the library
and watch her eyes sparkling
beneath the streetlights
as the snow keeps coming down.
1.1k · Jan 2017
trace
Cas Jan 2017
she smelled
of quiet snowfall
at 2AM on Sunday.

she left me
some months ago
and I am still
washing her out
of my bedsheets
971 · Dec 2016
love in a dead language
Cas Dec 2016
my lips are torn to shreds
from trying not to let the
long overdue “I love you”
escape. the taste of blood
between my teeth reminds me

I’ll never know your mouth
as anything more than
my favorite work of art,
and you'll only ever know me
under the ancient tongue of
what we could’ve been
701 · Jan 2017
sunshine
Cas Jan 2017
Hearing you call her your sunshine
hurt me in a way that I didn’t expect.
It didn’t hurt the way a toothache tastes
or the way it smells when someone else
blows out candles on your birthday cake;
it hurt the way it stings to look underwater
in the ocean, but I find myself doing it anyways
because the provocative view is worth the pain.  
You are salt water seeping into my tear ducts
but I’m always stupid enough to open my eyes.
680 · Jan 2017
too often
Cas Jan 2017
too often i find myself
feeling like my head
is a balloon full of helium
tethering itself to my neck
by a ribbon curled with
an open pair of scissors

too often i find myself telling myself
that this isn’t a good way to feel,
that this is how it started last time,
that i should eat more food,
drink less coffee but more *****.

too often i taste him
underneath my fingernails and
wonder how long it will take
for my cuticles to forget him
and wonder when the nightmares
might give it a rest,
because i could use some sleep.
541 · Dec 2016
naturally
Cas Dec 2016
human hands
were made to be held.

the bleak reality
of that fact
is your hand will fit
just as perfectly in hers
as you used to say
it fit in mine.
387 · Dec 2016
Reminder
Cas Dec 2016
He wanted something
easier than you.
That is not to say
you are a challenge
or that she is cheap,
rather, that he is weak.
350 · Jan 2017
touch
Cas Jan 2017
i'm infinitely jealous of everyone
that got as close to you as i did
and survived.
honestly this is one of those poems that would be just a sentence if i didn't put line breaks in there oh well
295 · Sep 2016
dawn
Cas Sep 2016
the late moon
and sunlight
wear the shadows
of stars
behind the twilight

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