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  Feb 2016 Aspen S
Christine
You know so little about space
Yet, stars are burning brighter than you could imagine
There are more constellations than you know of
There could be life you will never see

You know so little about my love
  Feb 2016 Aspen S
Summer
She walks up the stairs
Like she's from another time
And sways on tops of ceilings
I want to get lost in another dimension with you.
even if that means being stuck in another time.
drink yourself away.
I will see you in another light year
while I dance with the drunk girls
with stars in their hair
they will love me when I freak out.
they smell of cigarettes
and have eyes as wide as the moon.
they are all in my imagination
made out of love
i will never receive.
i am thrown into another place
with girls shooting up
as i lay on a bed
with tie dye sheets,
i wanted to get high enough to reach you
but i just got high enough to forget
higher higher higher
i want to go
so i can slip myself past you
reaching you has not crossed my mind
since then
and i will let the stars touch my hair
so i can be like the pretty girls
with moons for eyes.
now
i write poetry on busses
to towns i will get lost in
in a few years
i’m moving
i write
i’m moving
this is for me
i will not let myself get lost in space
looking to find you,
now my reasons are different.
i look at people on the streets
with my eyes wider than any moon,
i am reaching for nothing,
i am finding everything
within myself.
finally found.
where you are is not my home.
my home is here.
2,266.4 miles away,
but soon,
it will not be even one.
i’m going to leave,
i have to leave
*goodbye
  Feb 2016 Aspen S
chris
did you ever love somebody

but the timing was off?
  Feb 2016 Aspen S
its gonna make sense
this word alone
can't hurt you
but
what makes it painful
are the people
that surrounds it*

©IGMS
society will always
pull you down and label you
but don't listen to them
stand at the middle
between feeling
and thinking
don't mind them
be who you are
and what you will be
it was 3 AM
you painted
"darling, you’re beautiful"
on my spine
we wanted to feel the ocean hugging
so we drove to the beach
i was almost drunk
you were almost pure,
but i couldn’t remember
what your name
tasted like
i almost forgot
i was
insane
- poems are prettier when they are in blue
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