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I envy the stars ablaze,
Surveying nightly infinity,
They are lucky to feel your gaze
 Dec 2014 steel tulips
Natalie
do not date a girl
who writes.
she will internalize
everything,
carve poems
into your eyelashes
instead of
kissing them,

she will analyze you,
calculate age
from the rings
your coffee cup
leaves
instead of refilling it.

she will memorize
the way your
lips curl around steam,
but not that you
take it
two sugars,
no cream.

she will read your
palm instead of
holding it
against her chest.

she will not
blink
when you leave,
because she is
already
romanticizing it.
Loving her
was like
  kneeling
in front of
a stone
and praying
for it
to come
to life.
appreciation (n): a bitterness tasted in retrospect
lips (pl. n.): another word for home
*(see: familiarity, beauty)
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