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126 · Nov 2019
(To be named)
Lara Trujillo Nov 2019
The one time I drank past my usual time I found myself buried significantly deep in anger
Not just at myself but at everyone
and my lover for being the last to linger

It was all my fault

Now I'm thinking to myself how close the future is
and how very much alive I am
It took me this long to find out how incapable I am,
how much I really can't
Written approximately 2-3 years ago. Hopefully self-explanatory. Found deep in old notes I was hoping to someday publish.
126 · Nov 2019
Mute
Lara Trujillo Nov 2019
The songs you sing only I can hear
Everyone else has you muted
124 · Jan 2020
Are You Getting Enough
Lara Trujillo Jan 2020
Nail me to your headboard
and tell me I disgust you
Nail me to your headboard
and nail me right there
117 · Jan 2020
Unrehearsed
Lara Trujillo Jan 2020
If my tongue allows it I hope it isn't too late
I'm known for stopping before it escalates
Gestures in tender intent get me in trouble
I'll never know why so I'll continue to struggle

I'm running through the alleys chasing the thrill
'cause it's what I do best and what I do the worst
You'd think I'd learn my lesson well after all this time
But these ropes dig so deep they remind me why I never reach my prime

I'm doing everything unrehearsed
Wrote about a year ago with no real purpose with a different introduction. It makes sense now
115 · Feb 2020
Silence Between the Spaces
Lara Trujillo Feb 2020
Where you are going nothing can hurt you, the light will welcome your aches
I speak the language of the stars and they say your wounds have closed long ago
That your worries will be shoved in a box to be burned when you’re ready to let go.
They’ll align in sevens in a heavenly arrangement only your eyes can see
With your soul cleansed in liquified star dust, finally reaching your highest form of being.

If you allow silence between the spaces
They’ll tell your story to the universe with every detail you’ve buried for all these years
And to the tune of your voice will it expand in peace, shifting the axes of spheres.
The skies will finally gleam in shimmering gold, the color of your eyes
Where I’ll be watching all the way from the rejuvenated earth as the galaxies and your animation harmonize
For Patrick J O’Hara

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