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pluie d'été Jun 2014
i miss your breath
on my cheek
and your heartbeat
beneath my moving
fingertips

i miss your eyes
happy
and sad
and uncertain
and your smile
against my lips
as the sun
rose

i miss your voice
and the notes
and letters
you would write
and the flowers
you would steal
because
they were so pretty

i miss your words
and how you would say
'i love you'
like a question

and it's awful
but darling
i don't think i miss you
pluie d'été Jun 2014
i have a secret
number
for you
and him
and him
and they take the place
of your name

my heart
doesn't break
so much
describing
a cruel number
a missing number
a strange number

it doesn't
race
so much
capturing the light
behind the eyes
blue
brown
and brown

so i'll keep
pressing
the imprints
of my fingerprints
on the keypads
of calculators
to write poetry
(even though
i can't stand
math as much
as words)
pluie d'été Jun 2014
11
my body
aches
to disappoint you
  Jun 2014 pluie d'été
thrcy
When you left a part of me was gone, so I looked for it in cigarettes & boys who didn't know my name
2. I still lay on my bed reminiscing the good memories & questioning myself where did I go wrong
3. I thought I saw you from across the field, heart started beating so fast, then I realized it wasn't you, for that boy had wore sneakers that you completed hated
4. I hear the sound of your voice all the time, replaying all the things you've said to me, my favourite one has got to be "I'll never leave" which was the biggest lie
5. I can't speak your name without feeling like I'm choking
6. I shouldn't have mistaken wasps for butterflies.
7. I still feel your embrace linger all over me
8. I crave your touch especially the nights where I feel most lonely
9. I miss you but I'm going to keep pretending that I don't.
10. Wide awake all night, contemplating if I should text you, but then again you'll probably think I'm insane for not moving on
11. I've burned all the pictures & things you've given me, instead I'm entertained of the burning flakes it makes
12. This time I swear I saw you. I knew it was you, because you looked right through me.
13. I think I'm moving on, waking up each day is starting to get easier & every thought of you is just burned into ashes
14. I'll still be there for you, even if you don't want me anymore.
15. I'm begginning to be happy again & got someone new to kiss me good night.
pluie d'été Jun 2014
she watches the boy
with green eyes
nursing his drink
sadness
meeting peace
when he looks up

a cigarette smoldering
between his *******
and the one he uses
when he wants to say
he's okay

god
he slurs

and you're not sure
and he's not sure
if he's talking to his reflection
in the mirror
behind you
or if he's
trying to reach an empty
grey sky

pour him
some more
burning gold
steady his hand
when he raises
the glass
with the imprint
of his silent lips
and smile
without
expecting him to give you one

god
he says again
i'm ******

and you deduce
that he must
be talking to the sky
beyond this ceiling
weighed down
with mood lighting
capturing the shadows
of lovers
becoming friends
and friends becoming lovers

aren't we all?

he smiles
finally
sardonically
wisely
he's given in
to the ignorance
he supposes
you have

let's go home.

the
emptiness
in his weighted touch
at the small of your back
shatters
like the glass
that falls
from his hand
pluie d'été Jun 2014
i can't write about you
because i love you
too much

(maybe
this poem makes it
a lie.)
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