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Dec 2015
Remember how
You chased me down
In the very same neighborhood
We would hold hands, only to
Release them
I release me
I release you
In one ******* hard heap
Tattooed ******* upon *******
But such disappointment
Such, no such thing.
Was it hard to--
Discuss me
Go to bed
Without me
Look at me
Like I was just another friendly face
Replace, replace we tap buttons with our phones to forget
As a married man wishes he could kiss me
But let's make movies with those desired kisses, instead my blonde head wishes and thinks.
"But think nothing of it"
Faces around me echo, but I turn on my camera and write notes in my notebook, like the trophy winning student I once was
Leaving a lipstick stain
Behind
Because, always.

But you. You and I
I know you wish me and the smile you deemed so perfect--
In your Peter Pan cocoon oh you.
What I would do to erase you
To not long for that body up against mine pulsing and longing, dancing
To make me
Everything.
I always said I
Would disappear and I could, I could go, run, fly so very fast
But we both know our hearts
Just. Nothing more to say
Than our hearts.
In time.
We don't touch or we--
Danger zone, forget
But I know you must, you must
Release yourself to my
Little nickname
You called me in the summer of 2015.
In the dark blinks of the moonlight.
Dark lipstick is my knight
In shining armor
Crying tears into technology
You use to call me baby, so sweet
Discussing changing my last name
But my last name will always be mine, even when a ring and the right Love flies me away
You chased me so hard, so fast
Like I was the mezcal
You swung back so fast
Salty to the taste, I remember toasting with you
You couldn't even stay in the room
I just wanted to play
That was really it
That was really all, my love.
But you followed me home
Pinning me up against a wall
"Can't you see that I love you?"
You said, and with salty delicate elegant finger tips
My mark left on your face
That was my answer all along.
But you, you got me to lower my shield, somehow
For a fleeting moment
With narrowed eyes, I gave you a feather
Of my broken wings
I hoped, I hoped, you made it seem
But the truth is
The real truth
Is
Only I have the power to repair my wings
But you watch from afar and dance in your spotlight
Chiming in your raspy song
Handing me the tambourine
Leaving the room to smoke cigarettes
Looking at me as if I were on the other side of the ocean, a sea creature
And we mend
We mend, rinse, repeat
Be kind
Be so kind
Rewind.
OnwardFlame
Written by
OnwardFlame  Los Angeles, CA
(Los Angeles, CA)   
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   ---, Red-Handed Jill and ryn
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