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I’d drink poison if it tasted like you
I’d let God banish me from heaven if you were my sentence
Let the rainfall wash me away if it cleansed me of all my faults
Let Earth swallow me if you grew a garden from my rot
Mold myself into your favorite shape if I were clay
Run towards the sun if you flew too close
So I could feel you burning through my veins

You’re the 119th chemical element
You run your course through me
Devouring me like malignancy
Your golden blaze bruised me
Your mark like a moon’s crater
Your absence blues me
Your ***** eyes, a trancing taser

So let me die a thousand times within your orbit
I will attempt eternity
You are my ruin
And I, your devoted human
If we meet again
and I think we will
maybe in another lifetime
you won’t remember
what you did to me.
Not the breaking,
not the silence,
not the way I begged with eyes you never understood.

And still,
I’ll try find you.

I’ll walk through the lives I’m given
searching for the shape of your hands,
the way your voice hesitates before lying.
I’ll know it,
even in another language.


Some loves aren’t meant to be safe
just permanent.
Etched into the soul
like a name we forget
but still flinch at when it’s spoken.

But if I catch a glimpse of you
on a crowded street
or in the eyes of a stranger
I’ll stop.
I’ll look.
And I’ll let my heart break
all over again.

Because loving you
was never a choice.
It was a sentence
I accepted
lifetimes ago.

I’ll look for you
Even in places
I know you aren’t.

Because love like this,
doesn't just die
even when we do.
Final
My eyes stare at words
like vege and meat
on a cutting board,
cutting each to meaning
                               sound
                            meter,
sentences and syllables,
my OCD mind refuses to stop
revving the gas pedal
on my 1991 Buick LaSabre
before doing donuts in the parking lot
of a shut down K-Mart.
Regrettably, I’ve never actually done donuts in a car. I have been in a car when someone made the choice…15ish years ago.
I have been alive long enough to know places that have gone out of business. RadioShack, K-Mart—and the first one—Hollywood Video. There are others I’m not even thinking about, I know, but I used to love Hollywood Video as a kid.
I loved a star that never knew my name,
a silent flame,
fixed in the wreck of night.
Her stillness fooled me
into believing she sang.

She blinked once
in some long-dead century,
and I’ve lived ever since
by ghost light.

They say she's gone,
burned out or broken,
but I keep whispering psalms
to her afterglow,
drinking to the shape she made
in my sky.

I don't need the truth,
just the dream
of her burning.

Like something that waited for me,
not knowing I was too late
the moment I began.
You are my mind anymore;
In each fold and crack,
lies you and our memories
Lance Remir Jul 15
Addiction, Obsession 

I don't know the difference

Nor do I really care 

You're so toxic 

Yet here I am 

Asking for more
vik Jul 12
better that the dome of night shiver
below sinful seraphim, their nacreous orbs fuming laws inferred,
epiphany pooling like molten steel
in the tarnished bloodstream of a lone truck bed,
besainting dearth as chrism oil,
alluding that running became sacrament,
that being torn asunder was a humility,

than to lie dumb beneath haughty asterisms
seeking evasive sonants on steamy glass,
where “love” thawed like an eidolic oath,
and i, benighted author of crave, parrot
your rebirth as if invoking an evensong,
loath to forsake the vow of your dawn,
because to conceive oblivion would be the true heresy.
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