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where's
the fun
in being
vulnerable
if there's
no one there
to use you

what's
the point
of being
lonely
if there's
no other island
to cruise to
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You stab me in the back with a knife,
and I apologize for bleeding on it.
When the next boy asks:

"What kind of music do you like?"

I'll tell him
about the rhythm of your breathing

And the baritone of your heartbeat
',.
I wish I wouldve written your words in Braille so I could feel your voice on my fingertips
I just discovered my body in the clouds
Dripping like the rain
Similar to when I found myself in you
Right before you changed
Then thunder struck
But my body could never shake
Even though your fingertips were my personal earthquake
The sky grew black
Just to paint my skin
My stomach began to swirl and I became destructive
A tornado,
but I did not destroy us.
I dream of wearing your skin.
Therefore maybe I can seek the solace I long
and touch you whenever I want.
I could kiss your hands,
Or play with your hair,
Breathe in your scent until I figure out what it is.
I would control your thoughts and make you smile because I miss it every time I laugh,
I might engrave my name on your feet so you'll know that I'll always carry you.
And all your footprints and dances and long walks with other girls will all still be me.
I'll sing my voice into your eardrums until I'm a song you can't forget;
the lyrics may slip but you'll always hear my tune.
So maybe one day when you fall in love and the wedding bells sound, my words will come waltzing at you down the aisle.
And my melody will stop you from harmonizing with another
In hopes that you'll come home to me, and forget that you loved her.
it seems I've lost my body
in the Red Sea of your bed sheets
i guess it's my fault
for relying on Sailor Jerry

& you love to speak with things that burn
my throat was no exception
your hands knew every language
but were not fluent in rejection
sometimes we forget that the Sun is a star too

like how i forget that my world doesn't revolve around You

or that if the Ocean was red, the Sky wouldn't be blue

and even though i knew me, before i knew you,

if you left right now, i'd have no clue
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