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dusting my cabinet with the sleeve of my hoodie
this is endless
my sheets smell like cigarettes
and where is all this glass even coming from?
there's an 18 year old boy who lives upstairs
and i can hear him crying sometimes
in the middle of the night
and i can't help but to imagine
he is lying face down on the floor
because every breath he takes
is crystal clear
what do 18 year olds cry about anyway?
he had this girlfriend for like three weeks
she was always asking me for ****
i haven't gotten high since i was sixteen
the year you died
it kinda lost its kick
and now i just can't get back to it,
i would if i could though
it's not like ive found god
it's just that getting ****** up
isn't fun anymore,
it's just heavy
and exhausting
i broke a nail trying to
untie the rope
so i left him hanging,
he's always hanging
on every word i say
and i can't bear the look on his face
in the morning
he's so sad
and i'm so *******
at myself
for deciding not to care
they told us,
"one day you'll get where you're going,
the sky will open up
and you'll feel like you were chosen"
but my feet are aching
and i'm sorta caving
so i'm just gonna sit it out
from here on out
swallow some pills
and let the night
take me out,
i could have been a constellation,
but i'm a tangled mess of veins
that are too dry for saving,
let me have this,
just let me go
don't call an ambulance
i like the silence
i'll see you on the other side,
i heard it's always quiet
Archive footage
burns pictures
into today’s film.
Deserted platform
becomes movie still:
Smiles, kisses,
one last embrace,
sadness slipping
across your face.
Then time realigns
leaving just the wind
and a lonely coat
pulled against my skin.
I sat on a wall next to you
with cold bricks sinking through jeans,
guitar wrapped in my arms
like a kitten, wooden body warm
in afternoon sun.  You asked
“What can you play?”
so I picked out Spanish Romance
on blunt-knife strings with fingertips.  
There were no words, just notes
which chuckled up and down the frets
like blackbirds.  Rain pattered
on wood in domino spots,
cooled my face like your hands.  
You wanted me to sing
Knockin’ on Heaven’s Door
and people peered out
from under umbrellas
like cats looking through letter boxes .
You took off your hoody
to drape around my shoulders –  
“You’re beautiful when you sing.”
My cheeks warmed the raindrops.
i'd
ripped up a list
with some
things that i've written
things I have gripped
to survive

a fish made of glass
that's been
swimming in madness
constantly
swallows her pride

salt water drips
from her lids
to her lips
drying ripples on
both of her thighs

but there's something
about mornings &
loving that woman
that keeps me up
most of the night
>|< Julie Butler
 Sep 2015 Reece AJ Chambers
Molly
"I don't give a **** if you get shot,
if you die. Your pain -
I feel the same pain.
Together or not."

"You don't want me to get hurt?
But this hurts - and you've been hurt.
You know what this feels like.
I need more than this, I believe in us."

Under the sheets, so many nights
pretending what we had was love.
I never sent it, but I saved it,
my broken up love letter to you,
a selfish drunk.
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