__Untie me from your thoughts__ —
acting loose from your love;
not what I should’ve known.
Knot-tongued,
unable to say what I’m really feeling
inside the chambers of my heart.
Dumpling cheekbones
feeding off your smile —
_it's a soft scene_.
But all of our best actions
still aren’t worth a movie screen.
And aren’t we looking
a little too scripted
in front of our peers?
__You__ —
my original promissory note.
Please take note
of every step you take in my mind,
scribbling down your movements
like wandering footnotes.
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There’s also the shaking __trial of courtship__ —
in the jaws of both judges.
You say what you want —
and it turns out to be
exactly what I don’t.
You try to live in my thoughts,
but I’m still __renting that house__.
No roots, no keys —
just memories on a month-to-month lease.
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To say every man is just, "a dog" —
their barking mingles on,
chasing their own tails,
returning to the ones who wronged them
as if _they_ were wrong.
But the dog’s got a bone to pick,
and it contests every bone.
________________________________________
__Truth is__ —
this, like our love,
was never meant
to be a love poem.
Jul 2, 2025
Jul 2, 2025 at 4:40 AM UTC
__Untie me from your thoughts__ —
acting loose from your love;
not what I should’ve known.
Knot-tongued,
unable to say what I’m really feeling
inside the chambers of my heart.
Dumpling cheekbones
feeding off your smile —
_it's a soft scene_.
But all of our best actions
still aren’t worth a movie screen.
And aren’t we looking
a little too scripted
in front of our peers?
__You__ —
my original promissory note.
Please take note
of every step you take in my mind,
scribbling down your movements
like wandering footnotes.
________________________________________
There’s also the shaking __trial of courtship__ —
in the jaws of both judges.
You say what you want —
and it turns out to be
exactly what I don’t.
You try to live in my thoughts,
but I’m still __renting that house__.
No roots, no keys —
just memories on a month-to-month lease.
________________________________________
To say every man is just, "a dog" —
their barking mingles on,
chasing their own tails,
returning to the ones who wronged them
as if _they_ were wrong.
But the dog’s got a bone to pick,
and it contests every bone.
________________________________________
__Truth is__ —
this, like our love,
was never meant
to be a love poem.
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