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Dave Legalisa May 2019
to the moon and back,
you promised a word
that gave butterflies in my stomach.
we formed laughters
through the pit of our tongues.
we talked lines
like of Shakespeare's.
and drew kisses
along the flowers of summer.

to the moon and back,
you promised a word
but you swallowed it whole
like days of winter
that **** every petal,
bald every tree,
and hide the moon.
Dave Legalisa May 2019
you hear his words
like a sugar in your ears.
you feel his promises
like honey beneath your skin.
but little do you know,
lies are on the tip of his lips
like salt
you think of as water,
like raw coffee
that melts in his mouth.
— suddenly you are ashamed of trusting the sugar that turned into salt.
Dave Legalisa May 2019
i used to fear
the space under my bed
how there might be
a monster hungry
for my brain.
now, it's the void
in my brain that i fear
for the monster
already moved in there.
Dave Legalisa May 2019
words.
sometimes are flowers
that grow in variety of colors,
dance among the bees
and bloom among the trees.
but most of the time,
they are gunshots
we often hear from a mouth
of a person who seeks power
over a vulnerable soul.
— be careful with your words
Dave Legalisa May 2019
​words.
they frighten me
like weapons.
like fire.
like ice.
they can be anything
you want them to be.
you can spit them out
in a one clap
but they form big
among the beat of a heart.
they can be knives today
but who knows?
maybe tomorrow
they are a gun placed
beside your skull
with a trigger
waiting to be pulled
and a bullet to be shot.
— be careful with your words
Dave Legalisa May 2019
i've only known two colors in my life:
grey, like a cloud that forms after a strong dive of a huge bomb
and red, like the blood that streams after a loud gunshot.
i've been reading novels set during world war ii
Dave Legalisa May 2019
now i believe the sadness that comes as time matures and changes everything. it's like yesterday i was tasting the sweet nothings from your lips as it moved slow-mo against mine and your eyes closed like an angel's. but now, all i taste is this sour, bitter v0dka in this tiny, tiny glass. at least, it's more appetizing than your useless promises that you have also eaten the time you left.
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