basil

basil Sep 2020

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your voice over the phone makes the butterflies in my stomach rush to my head

and it's the kind of blush that needs to be kissed away

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but you're not here

basil Sep 2020

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i boiled down all my water
to make room in the cupboards for apathy
but i've been using it in every recipe
and nothing is never hot enough

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basil Sep 2020

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i should be exploding
but i'm just eating homemade spaghetti with too much oregano

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basil Aug 2020

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your languid lines
under my calloused hands

we see clearer in the dark

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our little scandal

basil Aug 2020

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i call myself a poet
but i've deceived them all
i'm really just sad
and waiting for you to call

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not a poem

#blueeyes

basil Aug 2020

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if overthinking was a game
i'd put all my chips in
and i wouldn't be bluffing

i'd use the money on a xanax overdose

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XANNY

basil Aug 2020

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holding hands
in the farmers market
all sweat and skin

the smell of the blue sky
so close
to our intertwined fingers
that we can almost
breathe

and your dimpled smile
made everything perfect

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farmers market