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I love you
not because
you're good looking

I love you
not because
you're caring

I love you
not because
you dote on me

I love you
not because
your smiles are sweet

I love you
not in lust
of your crevice
or orifice
or skin

I love you
because
without you
I feel

incomplete within.
 Jul 2014 Yoni Sav
RA
foundation
 Jul 2014 Yoni Sav
RA
What I love in talking to
you are the subtexts. Constantly running
around all the words we speak, roads
support me when others fail, hold
when others will crumble, you stand.
Read once through, and then each line separately.

June 17, 2014
11:15 AM
 Jun 2014 Yoni Sav
RA
I find more comfort
in imagining you
than is wise.
June 15, 2014
3:51 AM
 Jun 2014 Yoni Sav
RA
Darling, when I try
and write to you, all format
flies from my grasp. Haiku and ten
always too little, and prose
I would have to fill with beauty-
words I do not have to describe us
anymore. You see, unlike the family tradition, I was
never a good Scrabble player. Always
only 100 tiles and short, obscure
words never enough to tell a
story that should be rich, not sparsely
populated with only 1 Z, or
2 Ys or 2 Cs. With you I feel
I am playing scrabble with my words. As always,
my darling, (with) you I am losing.
June 14, 2014
1:05 AM
     edited June 17 & 18, 2014

letters to my darlings collection VI
 Jun 2014 Yoni Sav
RA
Pounding
 Jun 2014 Yoni Sav
RA
With. Every. Single. Pound
of his fist on the door your
Liv.ing.room. Compressed and I
started glancing around just
Looking. For. A. Way. Out these
walls will not contain me now they
Are.n't. Big. E.nough to try
and hold in my fears they
Ri.pple. And. Shake. Like
my shoulders try to do but
I. Am. Stron.ger. Than. This. Fear.
(I wish)
Af.ter. A. Few. Times
I couldn't tell if the
Pound.ing. Was. His. Fists or
just my own heart, like
Me. Just. Try.ing. To Es.cape
my chest.

DW
June 1, 2014
8:22 PM
     edited June 9, 2014
 May 2014 Yoni Sav
RA
Ode To Aderall
 May 2014 Yoni Sav
RA
Jagged little pill
smooth little pill
soft little pill-
           fill my head with cotton
                 but make everything clearer.

Square little pill
round little pill
oval little pill-
           paint the world in shades of binary
                 a collection of dualities
                       a simplification of choices.

White little pill
brown little pill
orange little pill-
           fuel the fire inside my belly
                 but exhaust me
                       take away my hunger for life
                             outside of the lines you have drawn.

Nexium
Jarro-Dophilus
Aderall-
           of all the little pills every morning
                 the ones the doctors prescribe and question
                       the ones I am never sure if I can feel
                             the ones whose effects are dubious and enigmatic
                                   you are the most quantifiable, and the only one
                                         with whom my relationship is Daedalean.
I'm not sure anymore.
May 15, 2014
6:30 PM
 May 2014 Yoni Sav
Eliana
No thank you,

I don't have time for an existential crisis
today. I recommend trying
tomorrow, perhaps

I may be more amenable, less
upright, more lonely,
less alive,

whatever you find convenient, I am
sure you will have it some
day, but for

now, goodbye.
Written May 18, 2014
 May 2014 Yoni Sav
RA
And depth over distance
was all I asked of you
but as the distance grew deeper
I felt us fall through.
And strength over sorrow
was all I begged, too
but as my sorrow grew stronger
I knew I would lose.
May 12, 2014
4:22 PM

Inspired by a song of the same name by Ben Howard.
 May 2014 Yoni Sav
RA
Pieces Of You
 May 2014 Yoni Sav
RA
Softly, softly
we step into your mind
quiet and reverent
in our solemn intent.
- words I wrote for you
- books I have read
- places I have been, both
with and without you
- a drawing of my happiness
- your words, to encompass
my pain
I find all of these
where you reside, and as always,
as you are, so much
more than I will ever understand.
when I step out, pieces of
you, cotton-soft, cling to
everything I touched you with. Though
I would love nothing
more than to have stepped lightly in
and out, to not leave a mark
to not sully the purity
of what was before me, I know
this is not possible. The shreds
will cling to me, and I
will cling to the shreds, because
even though I would rather take
nothing, change nothing, be
as inconsequential as nothing, circumstances
have led me to the great
and terrible beauty
of the honor to carry with me
pieces of you.
GL, thank you.
May 11, 2014
8:22 PM
     edited May 15, 2014
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