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Yesterday you left poems in my mouth,
today I wander the city
shouting your words
and everyone thinks
I've read too many books
when in fact
I did not kiss
enough of you.
today I wander the city
shouting your words
and everyone thinks
I've read too many books
when in fact
I did not kiss
enough of you.
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chapped lips
a hodgepodge of stars and planets and burning meteors
and promises that escaped chapped lips
we were supernovas, exploding words, exploding skin
our glances across rooms would douse walls in chemicals
send cinderblock up in flames
i gave you candycane chapstick for christmas,
smooth lips didn’t put back together the promises
instead they decorated the black hole where i think all my love ended up
we danced on the rings of saturn
well you danced, poorly, and i drifted,
so slowly you didn’t notice at first
there's no oxygen in space,
my last breath wasted on licking my lips
or were they yours
there’s no oxygen in space
Literature
you were the sour taste in my mouth
i took too much literally and
lost my ability to discern the difference between salt and
sugar
until the crystals were staining the tip of my tongue
(usually they were salt, i always found out too late because
i was always too ready to taste
whatever it was you gave me since i
never thought trusting you could be a
bad thing)
but that was it, i guess.
i was always too trusting and i
wanted too badly to believe in you and
everything you stood for
that i made your excuses for you.
that wouldn't have been so bad but
you stood for
drinking cyanide and
stabbing daggers in my back till i was coughing and
choking on the air rushing out from
the punct
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Terms and Conditions
I never read the fine print written on your lips—
Terms overlooked in the lines I loved
and conditions across your Cupid’s bow,
set to bind or to cut loose;
I didn’t see,
I didn’t know.
It is my truth
that so often my downfall
are all the blue distractions…
You never heard
my Morse Code heart beat,
these elaborate red productions.
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A poem I wrote in the summer on my phone. I rediscovered it today. It felt as if I'd found a treasure.
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you did find a treasure!