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 Jun 2013 Evan Backward
Odi
The law said her body was made for love
The kind of love that wants to show you
just how much it loves you
by sticking things inside of you

hard
fast

Then slower

The kind of love that wanted to make the bible blush
make you quiver; the
kind of love when you put a female and male hamster together.
The kind of love that wanted to make music out of your ******

Love said "This is what happens
when you use
Needles to ingrain the words love
on peoples skin"

It feels a lot like pain did

Like when the first boy you ever loved
said I love you back
And proved it because he held you after
sticking sticky things inside of you
Like how he said hed wait untill you were ready
then said "You're gonna make me wait forever.."

How that guy on the third date said
"Come back to my apartament
So I can put what I want into you
Until you are empty
Because we might call it love"

Until you met a boy
who untaught what the word love meant
never asked you when you wanted to have ***
whose hands never roamed as greedily
searching for places to settle on your body
who didnt wish to make a home out of you by filling you senseless
and calling it his furniture
art
who traced outlines of constellations on the palms of your hands
and played
"Guess the Nebula"

Whose hardness never prodded you in the back
like a protest
in the early morning
whose breath always came easy
never hard
or fast

It was just holding you with no intention to
*******

He said
"Love isnt what you put inside a person
In hopes of making it stick;and naming it after something beautiful
I can pin my thoughts on you but
you are not my canvas. That wouldnt be fair.
I respect your property."

There was nothing broken when he left.
 Jun 2013 Evan Backward
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Ashes
 Jun 2013 Evan Backward
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Mary had a little lamb    
Whose fleece was black as sin
He had a worn and tired look
And always reeked of gin

He led her into parties
And put on quite the show
For everywhere the lamb went
Mary was sure to go

He guided liquor down her throat
Until her vision blurred
As it seemed he liked it best
When her words were slurred

He led her into strangers' arms
And emptied her wary mind
So she would try to fill it
With whomever she could find


He stayed with her one lonely night
And smoked his way to bliss
As Mary stroked him timidly
And gave his head a kiss

He turned his head and looked at her
With worn and tired eyes
Then turned to ashes in her hands
And left her with her lies
 Jun 2013 Evan Backward
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Armor
 Jun 2013 Evan Backward
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reason blazed a path of destruction
through my heart
logic ravaged my mind
set fire to euphoria
and plundered pure happiness

so when you approach me
and gaze at me with that
tender curiosity
you should know

I have lost the ability
to lay down my shield
shed my layers
upon
l a y e r s
of armor
and surrender to joy
 Jun 2013 Evan Backward
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please
break my heart
so I can feel
something
again
 Jun 2013 Evan Backward
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you have worked your way
into every crevice of my mind
even in the darkest, cobwebbed corners
you're there
but the question plagues me
am I even a fleeting thought
an ephemeral image
in your mind?
do you
ever think of me?
Never fall in love with a poet
for their words are sometimes lies
on occasions they're a shield
on occasions a disguise

They will take you on a journey
upon which they bare their soul
in a bid to ease your burdens
in a bid to make you whole

But in every word they choose
for the stories that they tell
lies a little piece of heaven
and a little piece of hell

Tormented souls we poets are
sometimes quite broken and despaired
in search of lost expressions
missed by others who once cared

Never fall in love with a poet
unless you're prepared to share their pain
to hold them close on the darkest nights
over and again
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 May 2013 Evan Backward
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Alone
 May 2013 Evan Backward
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Sometimes
I look at beautiful things
And I ache
All over

I stare blankly
As my eyes cloud
With loneliness

I'm drowning
In my own mind

I need something
Anything
To revive me
Something
To make beautiful things
Feel
Beautiful
Again
 May 2013 Evan Backward
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Untitled
 May 2013 Evan Backward
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Emotions
Not people
Write the most
Beautiful
Poetry
 May 2013 Evan Backward
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Gone
 May 2013 Evan Backward
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Your perfect mouth forms
An inundation of sweet nothings
But your eyes don't echo the words

You hold my face like I mean something
But the reflections in your eyes show only
The ghosts of lovers past

Your body radiates beckoning warmth
I inhale your subtle scent
You're human
You're real
Every sense I possess tells me so

But as I reach for you
All I grasp is air
It slips between my fingers
And sends a chill through my body

Your electricity lingers in my lips, my fingertips, my breath
Raising goosebumps on my arms
Running a current along my spine

I yearn to again
Electrocute myself with your touch
I ache to feel your vitality
I long for a phantom
A man whose thoughts I will never again invade
I long for a memory
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