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I get that knot in my stomach
Every time that we talk
Knowing how happy you make me
And knowing that it's wrong
Sing to me the worries that keep you up at night
all of the stars combined
don't measure up to the
light
that I see in your
*eyes
 Mar 2015 Tyler Durden
unwritten
i wonder if you knew it was too perfect.
i wonder if you knew we were skeletons desperately clinging to lifeless clumps of cold flesh, plastering it onto bone after bone, trying to build a romance in a graveyard.
i wonder if you knew it was too perfect.

//

under the neon lights of the bar near your place,
your pale skin breathed with new life,
your blue lips blossomed pink.

every touch sent shockwaves.

we collided,
but not in the ugly way we often did.
this time it was beautiful.
it had to be.

//

i remember leaving that night,
feeling sick to my stomach,
and i’d imagine you did, too.

i hadn’t known until then that sadness and joy could sail on the same ship.

//

still i wonder why we so often crave perfection,
why we long for the saccharine taste of another’s lips.
it all ended up tasting too bitter for me, anyway.

//

under the neon lights of the bar near your place,
your pale skin breathed with new life,
your blue lips blossomed pink.

every touch sent shockwaves.

//

i still think of you,
a ghost trapped in those flashing lights.

but somehow it feels right that we are only just a memory.

(a.m.)
written 3/3/15.
hi guys, i'm back. finally. i know i went on somewhat of a hiatus but hopefully i'll be posting more often now.
And I had to walk away
I was just hoping at least he noticed I didn't run
the title is a thought for after the poem
Opposites* attract, but we're one in the same.
Brown eyes meet green, saying words our mouths won't.
He nods like he understands and I almost ask him to explain it to me.
Almost, because I nod like I get it too. I don't though
It's clear to both of us how blurry all of this is.
It's easy to see how hard it is to understand.
It's nice to think how bad it could be.
Its odd how normal it feels.
Though it couldnt feel more right to be somewhere so wrong,
I love that I hate to love everything about us.
 Mar 2015 Tyler Durden
Katherine
who is the stranger with the anger in her bones,
who finds hiding places in oversized sleeves
and tension in the clenching of her jaw.

chipped teeth cannot cause the damage they seek;
like chipping bark off of the still, silent trees
and walking away feeling easy and free.

but those who are beloved are blameless.
discarded gum pulses on the pavement,
drying there long past tasteless.

but anger only rots under your skin
once exposed flesh adopts shame once again.
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