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- Jun 2016
You said you wanted me
To soften, to not let

The fires I have walked through char my heels

And yet
When I did lose my shell in front of you

you caught flame instead
And asked I be removed
Number 10.
- Jun 2016
I read other people's love poems
And find glimpses of you in their words

But my breath comes easier now,
And so does sleep

And I will not be deterred
From who I wish to become.
Number 9
- Jun 2016
My love was in my words for you,

Why

Did you let them burn?
Number 8.
- Jun 2016
How I wish that I was small like you, that
my chest had less room
to expand when broken

and my mind less chatter
for me to pay heed to
Number 7
- Jun 2016
You kept asking me
about my memoir, as if
you'd be there
to see it's completion.

Now,
you will fill its pages
if only in vague form,
for months to come.

You, the observer
have become the subject
of this torment.
Number 6.
- Jun 2016
Hello, I'm

Very pleased to meet you, it's just
you can't see it underneath my chronic "resting ***** face."

I've actually been told that it's more of a chronic "sad and brooding" face, but, I'll take what I can get.

Some things you need to know before dating me are

I do like long walks to the bottom of the ocean,
and I spent most of my childhood under bridges. I know what it's like to walk with two left feet - or no feet at all, so to speak.

I smoke cigarettes when I'm sad because I like the feel and when I was a teenager, I wanted nothing more than to be Morrissey when I grew up.

Plot twist:
I grew up, and I'm still not Morrissey.


But I can write you a mean love poem, and I'll do it on many occasions, even if I'm just meeting you. There won't be a second when I'm not falling in love with something, and, to be honest, I don't know how to live with (or without) that feeling.

I guess I'll just fall in love with trees, then
or something inanimate
to break my fall.

But in the meantime, some things you need to know before dating me are

That there are often days where I can't even stand to face the wind that greets me
and I flinch at every turn when I hear noise.
I'm more timid than I look and yet
I find comfort
in dark things, a fake sense of the macabre
and a firm grasp of words, see

I could make anyone want to want me
I just don't care to
because people are ******* terrifying.

And, in the end
when my star burns out,
all that is left in the center
will be old words
and photographs.
Number 5 - a spoken word piece. Inspired by Jamie Mortara's piece by the same name. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-BaO3iU2ICA
- Jun 2016
Waking up and remembering
That your life is not sleep,
And your dreams
Are in fact reality -

                       [Things are this bad,
                        You are not better]

These thoughts are the sharpest,
Barely worth living for
Number 4.
- Jun 2016
I will write a sonnet
For every lover
Who has entered

                        (Or thought to enter)

My womb

And I will clad them
In the scent of destiny
As I forge their names immortal
Upon the sand.
I've been watching a lot of Spartacus lately

This is number 3.
- Jun 2016
Wow.

I have found out
That someone brutalized you
And as much as it pains
And confuses me to say -

That terrifies me.
2.
- Jun 2016
Every time
I feel my veins begin to rush
And the slow throb of pain begin to pulse

            I will stop,
           And I will stay the flow

Until I have means
To channel it
Through paper and ink.
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