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storm siren
Poems
Sep 2018
I Used To
I used to be thick, inky black regret
Spilling out of an old, tightly closed glass coca cola bottle.
I used to be road rash.
I used to be getting stuck too many times at the hospital, and still no luck with the IV.
I used to be "but these pills are such a pretty color..."
I used to be "but what else is there for me?"
I used to be a lot of things.
Now I am just the blood in your veins,
I am the chilled fall air,
And I the oxygen in your lungs,
I am the carbon of your bones.
I am marrow,
I am mind.
I am all you know,
And each twist in time.
I am the worlds end,
And I am the worlds start.
I am every single part,
Every single note
Of every single quote
I thought I left behind.
You are the air that I breathe,
The songs that I sing.
You are the sunsetsunrise
That I need.
You are the moonrisemoonset
The noon time
I never met
Your heart is all I ever needed
And I am so proud to keep it.
#freeverse
#spokenword
#love
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