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imo Aug 2018
i pierced your silhouette
through my head like
the twinkled lights you attached
trying to cover my eyes, seal my lips around
you touched me at my
golden hours of self doubts
you filled me in thinking
i had you whole as a legacy
then you left with subtle clicks
imo Sep 2018
twelve back at twenty
hungry hands and dirtier words
wavering affection that wont stay long

ten back at eighteen
none ice cold nor lazy scowl
can it grow when the lights aren’t on?
what is this math *******
imo Sep 2018
how do you want me to remember your laugh?
perhaps as the caress of your hands confusing my mind
or as the glory i could only enjoy from afar
make it more like a reminder that you’re not mine
him
imo Sep 2018
him
the dearest of mine
pinched me hard enough
to feel colors where they compete

the dearest of mine
adjusting longing graze
greets them ever-so-warmly

the dearest of mine
is where i submitted relentlessly
not trying to put a halt on it
imo Sep 2018
it wont be new; long lost feelings
it wont fall to one another —somewhere remains
in between fingertips it slipped through
his far it never travelled
where its summer became his day
and its winter became his night
the seasons are starting to change somehow
and so they are
you will so realize
imo Aug 2018
listen, beloved. it's how i fear they would realize
this is just another matter of the utmost romanticized sadness
how i would glorify spitting another hatred

i ache at the places we've been, songs we've heard,
skin we've desired. name it baby you have it
more in me and less in you, the kind that wont be allowed to.

dont scare me now dear you had it
bloom you touched it bright dont step on it red.
i wont call it (again), love. not now
imo Aug 2018
i can hear my brain screaming
taking up another mischief
making another sound of hit
adjusting another kind of yelling
what is this? a disease? or another routine?
it got rid of my will and wits!
father i hear it screeching
it's not coming from my ears!
but it's okay since they're not real
or at least if that's what you think
i feel like ****! stop with the sense of guilt!
i can hear it screaming
i need my medicine
imo Aug 2018
does it count as love?

          don't say it out loud!

why are you? embarrassed?

          no, denial more like

then how is it?

          if i tell you that i would die for him,
          does it count? i mean, i've always
          wanted to die anyways but never
          for someone
imo Nov 2018
that was you;
and how your voice never silent and your yells sweetened and how it made me feel so little, and
how your being found me unsafe and your sorry that came away and how it made me perfectly dead

and i am no poet;
to curse you with words to glorify you in a paper
and keep it in a box, i
wont let the fool in me becomes
imo Sep 2018
they came out gentler out of your lips
and i didn’t ask to be conquered by it
imo Aug 2018
your name shrinks when you kissed me, spills
in my own ears, long gone
since you sleep my dreams, numb
after you found your better piece
i can never say no while it lingers, battling
wrongs to make some rights, stay
still for the show; where instead of
calling your name home, i will be
able to say no
and it wont be tomorrow

— The End —