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Roxxanna Kurtz Oct 2015
You remind me of wet socks
and November mornings.
A bitter sensation
that leaves me begging
to peel you off my soaked feet.
You overwhelm me.
Roxxanna Kurtz Oct 2015
Your lips are still warm
as you kiss me
with hard whisky
and a drunken tongue.
It's always about how
much you missed me
while I was gone.
Roxxanna Kurtz Sep 2015
I tend to fall for wasted dreams.
Strangers on street corners,
passerbys too good for me.
I would like to believe,
that one day I'll be,
loved by soft eyes
and kissed with honesty.
Roxxanna Kurtz Aug 2015
I have written to you,
about you,
too many times.
Wasted tired fingers
on honest lines,
waiting for you to realize
you fill up my empty life.

*I'm sick of leaving
blank spaces for you.
Roxxanna Kurtz Aug 2015
Too many strings are wrapped
around my heart and chest.
With such a knotted mess,
I'll cut the ties
of heavily spun lies;
I'll feel alright again.
Roxxanna Kurtz Aug 2015
The places you'll go,
you'll never know
what you leave behind.
Broken off bits
of my existence,
scattered across distant lines;
I'll never know what home feels like.
Roxxanna Kurtz Jun 2015
Your love is
candle wax melting
into the cracks
of the space between
my ribs and lungs;
like a cast
you harden my heart.
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