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Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts

boys are supposed to have backbones

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words are supposed to have meaning. kisses are supposed to be soft. love is supposed to be infinite, and bones are supposed to be...
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heartaches and earthquakes.

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tonight I almost wrote the words "I'm done" across your screen. tonight I almost took hold of my time and walked away fro...
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oh.

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he drops love words like atom bombs, but his journal's never heard your name. he wrote the book on poker faces, dealing out d...
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unplugged soul

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spring

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Remember when we built walls? Out of brick and wire and metal and glass. We built walls around our trees and our toys to keep the...
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bedroom eyes

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He's playing with my fears. He's got hands full of money, paying taxes on his compliments, and charging 100% of my interest...
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valentine's day 2.0

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Pink, like the blanket under my pillow. The cream cheese frosting he would twirl on the white-wood table, 1999, baby hands and bad aim....
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music class

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Hard eyes cross-cutting the room,  raising the temperature of your blood with every measure of Bon Jovi  when all you can see is his gh...
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cookies

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These cookies shouldn't remind me of you. Of you you you you. I get caught screaming your name, but even when my chords are s...
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It hurt like

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I heard your name tonight. It seemed to be rolling around on everyone's tongue. I could taste you, too, through the drive-thru w...
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real candles & burning talk

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This is for real people. Not the bite-your-tongue-til-it-bleeds kind of people, who dress everything in smiles and nicknames and ...
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for girls with quiet lovers

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you are his remote. his change-the-channel device, eating batteries to stay alive. you call yourself his right hand, but he misto...
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your bricks are showing.

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You built walls around people without leaving a door, walls that you never scaled to see if the other side was still breathing. You...
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calendar noise.

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our last few hours are itching at my palms. clocks are funny that way. they like to hurt a little, bite a little. tomorrow wi...
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poetry, whatever it is to you.

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this is not an assignment. this is your heart aligning with your grammar, and confessions becoming the sentences that are piling up ...
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depression.

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you are on empty. you are on nothing. you are on zero. you run on the dry leftover energy from the corners of your bones. your sc...
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favoritest

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you are my favorite smell. you're the trees in Vermont and the sound lightbulbs make when they go out. you're the tan journal o...
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