The title was bore after an Avett Brothers song, for Dillon
A unique poem, non traditional
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You collect calluses, Like precious gems, Revering their form, Keeping them close, And if it wasn’t for me,
under florescents, the cigarette butts are like confe… glittering the sidewalk, with anxiety.
Last Night. Was the first night I had a thous… Perforating with tender thoughts i… Last Night. Was the the first night, in my lif…
Tried to meditate, too many different people, are inside my head.
Can I just have slow sex, Long talks, Lengthy poems, And everyday walks.... Can I have running through the wo…
Whenever I’m alone, I stay smiling, Counting the stitches sewn, On 100 thread count sheets, Wishing for rain,
Carefully and slowly, I unfold myself from inside, Dark and lowly, I swallow my pride, I let her out,
The language of love flowed freely… Through the rivers of our veins, During the summer we discovered ma… And razors edges. We used the torn corners,
“You’re trapped.” He explains, My body is bare, I’m losing time, And losing air.
‘I’ am the lifeless infinite. ‘I’ am the sun, perforating throug… ‘I’ am a strawberry moon. But what is I?
It feels much less like a kick in… but a slap in the face, I would say ‘fuck it’, but it wouldn’t adequately represe… that was lacked in,
Despite the rips in between the se… I can’t escape my bones, I can’t fight the dreams, So I wait but, I can’t manage to speak,
No implications, Did I notice at the time, Only the key strokes.
You never loved me, Only the taste of my name, As it lingered on your slithering… Falling out, dripping, With poisons of promises,
I can’t say I know, The bed where you lay, The shape, color, and patterns, That makes up your day, I can only say now,