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saige Jun 2018
Count the stars just like I taught you
Connect the dots until you can't
Help but watch the sky
Roar to life again
And then
Trace the clouds just like we used to
Lasso shapes until you can't
Help but watch the world
Soar on by again
saige Jun 2018
She uses her own name as a punchline
About a hundred times a day
She keeps money in her socks and
Gum on her soles as "collections"

And she smiles until her eyes squish
And she's fried her hair with bleach
And she leaves riddles on the wrappers
Of my brother's guitar strings
Handwritten like a Shakespearean
Handwriting like a snot-nosed student

And she's got hoops through her nostrils
And crystalline skin
And silver dollar eyes
And she ties her fried hair into knots
And she's twenty one
And she bought us ***** to prove it
And she better not use my little brother
My God, she better not
saige Jun 2018
I burned my knuckle
To the bone
My skin turned to smoke
As it brushed that spring
Loaded iron

I heat-pressed
A hundred
T-shirts for you
And then triple that plus
Sixty five
Just so you won't have to
Wash away
Whatever's up
Your sleeve this time

My heart stays on mine
Though it's been peeling
Off
Because you worked that heat press
When it wasn't even
Hot

Then you broke your fist
On my front door

Let's give it another
Year, you said
See if we can't
Turn this around

See if I don't
Burn another knuckle
Through the bone

oh how we wear eachother out
saige May 2018
Blue, is the new shade of envy
I watch it bloom as you
Stare into me
Two black holes wearing halos
Of poison ivy
Surely, blue is the new
Shade of envy

Blue, are the hearts I have broken
You were gone, and his arms
Were wide open
No harm done, now he's gone
But your gun is still smoking
Surely, blue are the hearts
I have broken

There is sapphire
Frozen in your eyes
I watch the waters rising over
His dead body

Blue, is the red that I'm seeing
Painted in sparks as you are
Blinded by me
Under your skin, I can feel your blood
Is boiling
Surely, blue is the red
That I'm seeing

There are sapphires
Blazing in your eyes
I'll let the rage keep rising over
My dead body

From the blue, came the shot
That is ringing
True as any diamond
You could ever give me
As you fall, I am caught
By the love in your stare and the
Bullet in between, and now
Blue, are the lips
I am kissing

There are sapphire
Embers in your eyes
I watch the colors dyeing over
Your dead body

There is sapphire
Mirrored in my eyes
Don't leave me, I'm so sorry
There are
Two lovers lying by my side
Surely, God finds mercy over
Somebody
saige May 2018
To build us

We say goodbye
I wave goodbye
To you
And your
Left-handed
Salute

You promise you
Won't let them
Change you

I tell you
It won't change us
If they do
First second down
Fourteen weeks
To go
saige May 2018
"sit pretty, i'll drive"
your voice slides
across the dash and
stereo lights
a voice like
the burn of ***
a rev, a race, another stop
sign
"just breathe, miss"
and do i ever
as the smoke welters
from
your lips
to mine
saige May 2018
you make moments
into masterpieces

my room becomes a chamber
a corner in the casket of time
a jewel-toned golden age
with a glossy guitar
and a red velvet case
and jungles through the window
and sunsets in your pupils
and you flow, into the sepia
of the chaise lounge and the
pastels of the curtains
and i sway, criss-crossed on the
chipped floor
and we float, on each note you pluck
and mercy love, you play for hours
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