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i
healed
them
for you,
baby,
and now
you're gone.
i may dog-ear the pages
of your heart,
or drop it in the
bath tub a few times.
but i promise i will
read it to the end.
 Mar 2013 Sean C Johnson
Arabella
Pebble after pebble,
my lungs fill.

The words "i'm sorry" have no meaning.

All I see is the black tangled mess that covers your head.
And the room is filled with echoes of once cherished memories.

Every second,
another drops.
Each drop takes away the meaning of the words spoken,
giving everything a bitter taste.
Nothing can come out of that word making hole on your face.
That weapon.
That promise.
That opening that tells others what you want, what you need, what you feel,
what this all means.
Or how sorry I am.
No words can fix this.

Every time I say it another pebble drops.
Eventually everything is meaningless,
And I can no longer breathe.
woke up this morning
to clean snow
falling on my fingers
and my cigarette
and thoughts of you
i wish you could just as simply
brush from my shoulders.
 Mar 2013 Sean C Johnson
August
I dream the dreams no one can see
Pressing my fingers against my wrist
To feel the spaces between my heart beats
Attempting to even out my breathing
I just feel so lost now and then
Can't really set my feet on the ground
Floating up towards the sky again
Rendered speechless by my own head
here's one for you darling.
the splash of your tongue against mine-
the splash of your tongue against mine,
melting me like a sugar cube.
falling asleep in your eyes like water beds.
You said "I think I'm developing
feelings for you."
And all I heard was
"Kiss me again. Kiss me again.
You look so beautiful,
and my body is screaming for
your tender hands
against me."
But all I could say is"oh no,"
oh no,
what have I gotten myself into.
The splash of your tongue against mine.
The splash of your tongue against mine.
Melting me
like a
sugar
cube.
all i could give him
was a tiny band-aid for
a big gunshot wound.
haiku
 Mar 2013 Sean C Johnson
brooke
I wish i had
the capacity
for affection.
(c) Brooke Otto
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