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jerard gartlin Feb 2010
five years
of slight tears
& subtle sadness
but i guess that's what happens when
you think our love's an accident.
i cant convince you that it's true
ill always feel the same
whether you do or not
but please
just let a dead corpse rot.
jerard gartlin Feb 2010
& so my bones are brittle now
they crumpled & it's crippling
slipping over simple things
that never used to get to me
the strain on my marrow
is just narrowly missing these
pieces of a vessel just barely deceased.
so i'll pick up my packages &
peace out to paradise
& finally start living
so i wont be scared of life
let my skin see the sun
let my mind find the sky
& expose my broken bones
to the reasons i'm alone
jerard gartlin Feb 2010
your sweet hot breath
the day you left
will linger in my mind
your sacred skin
the day you went
will reflect in my eyes
your pretty voice
will be the noise
i hear until i die
your gentle hands
in their tactile dance
will always hold my life
jerard gartlin Feb 2010
my fingers fit perfectly
in the holes in your memory
your soft lips were meant to be
linked with mine eternally
our thoughts are coherently
understood naturally
a perfect mentality
you decided to share with me
your fingers so lovingly
have a way of comforting
of healing anxiety
making my worries recede
but now distance has come between
and left my heart violently
crying out in longing
for the love it will always need
my wretched tortured voice is received
by your monotone message machine
i can barely say anything
with the receiver there listening...
jerard gartlin Feb 2010
you say all the perfect things
i swear to god you practice them
repeating them in quick refrain
& they're lovely once they leave your lips
& i love their ringing resonance
& i whisper the same words in loving pace
because i love the way they sound & taste
but i hate how afterwords my lungs feel clean
& i hate the way my tongue can't speak
unless i use your mouth to breathe
jerard gartlin Feb 2010
there was an awkward silence
as i walked the islands
as i tiptoed my dry lips
across the tops of your eyelids
& i got my lips wet in the
depths of your retina

as i stepped along the beach again
my hands dipped in your sea of skin
as i breathed in your summer scent,
carried through air like whispered winds,
my fingers played with every pore
& ill linger here forever more
jerard gartlin Feb 2010
i want to kiss
your blossomed lips
until heaven rips apart
til the angels
have been strangled
by the swelling of my heart
til the ocean flows in
different rhythms
than the moon has given them
trustfully conducting
their obstructed innocence
& floods our love with sins
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