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 Dec 2014 cuber
berry
wide awake
 Dec 2014 cuber
berry
i wonder if the doors in the house you grew up in
started slamming themselves to save your father the trouble.
i wonder if you can remember the last time you prayed,
and if you had trouble unfolding your hands.
i wonder if your mother knows
about the collection of hearts you hide in your closet,
i wonder if she could tell mine apart from the rest.
i wonder if your shoes know the reason why
you keep them by the back door and not your bedside.
and sometimes, i wonder
if you ever think about that night when i told you,
you wouldn't need to drink so much if you had me.
but it seems like we only speak when you've got body on your brain,
whiskey in your glass,
your judgement is overcast,
and you know i'm too weak to ignore you.
i learned how to translate your texts
from drunken mess back into english.
i am fluent in apology, but i don't ask you for them anymore.
this is just how it is.
it's not enough for either of us
but ******* it we are not above settling.
so i will ignore her name on your breath,
and you will ignore the fact that this means something to me.
i always thought the first time i kissed you,
it would be on your mouth.
i just wanted to be something warm for you to sink into,
something that could convince you to stay a second night.
but i sneak you out in the early morning,
and you take a piece of my pride with you when you go.
i am left to nurse the hangover from a wine i've never tasted,
wondering how this is possible.
waiting for the next drunk call,
for the next time i get to pretend we are lovers,
the next time i get to live out the fantasy i am most ashamed of.
it is the one in my head where you want me when you're sober too.

- m.f.
 Dec 2014 cuber
Ellie Geneve
Why did I say
"you are forgiven"
and not
"I forgive you"

Because
you are not forgiven by only me
but by my eyes, and my heart too
by my neurons and synapses,
and by my cheeks and fingers.

Because
you are not forgiven by only me
but by all my pieces too.
 Dec 2014 cuber
memineI
Beauty grows on thorny stems
decay is beauty fertilized...
there remains those who
die feeding- upon those who died before.
Red is my favorite... my blood
relates to my intent-
to show
that life depends
on death.
 Dec 2014 cuber
Daan
Love actually
 Dec 2014 cuber
Daan
The more I know you
the more I don't.
The woodworks might is fading
in dust and cracks bading.
How I wish I could revive.
God, I would do anything to keep
this embodiment alive.

But change is inevitable and all
I can do is confess my love for you
and hope for the best.
 Dec 2014 cuber
Kimberly
They say
"When you know, you know"
But to someone as doubtful as me
This doesn't mean anything.
Because I think I'll "know"
But then Ill doubt and question myself.
Then I'll run.
 Dec 2014 cuber
Dorothy A
Don't say nice things after I die.
Don't write a pretty eulogy of what I meant to you.
Don't go on and on with words I won't hear.
Don't wait til I'm gone.
Say them now.
And I'll try to heed my own advice
And do likewise.
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