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Sydney Bittner Feb 2017
There is something despicable about every mirror.
Not a cruel sharp corner
the cold glass
but a reflection of self without substance.
You are not the flushed cheeks,
You are the life in them.
Sydney Bittner Feb 2017
A door shut was the summary
Of your world
And mine was following you
As your skin unfurled
Remember when the dog swallowed all of your happy days?
You didn't take them, anyway.
There was a song the sleep soft fur sang to the pills
"it could've been you, it could've been you. It would've been a dying thrill"
when his smirk turns to a scowl and his booming voice mentions a man named "lee"
I wish it had been me
Sydney Bittner Feb 2017
There’s a sickness I spread
dancing along your veins
Playing my aching song to the tumble of your breath
Some people call it regret.
Sydney Bittner Feb 2017
Good things end in the fluorescent lighting
of an apartment hallway on a Tuesday night
With a whispered “text me” and a slow nod.

You and I are two separate worlds,
impossibly rotating around each other
Star-crossed by an ending beauty.

There is nothing I want more
than the light behind your eyes
blinking awake at me in the early hours
than the shape of your head, silhouette
against a sunset of emotion.

But sometimes dusk comes too soon
With no gift to wash me through
Human words sharp through the rays of passing sun.
Taken in by the cold moon, we are undone.

It is hard to heal a wound that doesn't scab
even harder to forgive an unapologetic action
My soul still intertwined with yours
I close the door.
take out the scissors and cut me lose, all I'm attached to is you.
Sydney Bittner Feb 2017
I once told you I was larger than life itself
but it’s true that sometimes when porcelain shatters
I check to see all my limbs are still there
Sydney Bittner Jan 2017
With tightened lips moving at the pace of heartbreak
I can still recall your landline phone number
And how the numbers looked, scrawled
Across the bottom of my notebook.
Like someone had put them there with different intentions
Like they'd wondered there on their own.

I have memorized how many times
10: I dialed those familiar digits
9: I hung up
8: I asked you if you liked to dance, all in a row
You said you didn't. You said flashing lights made you sick
I offered to twirl you in the dark. Even though I'd been afraid of it since I was
7: I said "I love you
6: you said it back. The last time, you looked out my bedroom window and bit your lip.
5: I made you breakfast. Bacon on French toast, sprinkled with icing sugar. You smiled so big I felt my heart expand and I did it again
4 times in the span of 3 months.
3 months. We spent them inside our version of a love song. The melody an aching one. The lyrics soft like the palms of your hands..
2: I told you I was in love with you. I offered up my life. I shared everything that belonged to me so that I could belong to you.
1: you said "I can't do this"
1: you said "I don't feel it"
1: you said "no"
Final goodbyes are said only once, I wish it was less
Sydney Bittner Jan 2017
Shoot a firework up my spine and you will find
You’ve only added a match to a fire,
I am a burning star,
a collapsing empire.
Until now I've only ever crawled or jumped
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