Personal matters
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under florescents, the cigarette butts are like confe… glittering the sidewalk, with anxiety.
I’m not a side dish, I’m not a left—over, you can’t put me away, you can’t save me for later, as with all things,
She melds into the rhythm, listening for a heartbeat, escaping into the fumes, her thoughts incomplete. She escaped through the cracks,
You collect calluses, Like precious gems, Revering their form, Keeping them close, And if it wasn’t for me,
I feel like I could vomit tears, But that wouldn’t suffice, For amount of years together, Exactly twice, I have no idea...
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,
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…
Can I just have slow sex, Long talks, Lengthy poems, And everyday walks, Can I have running through the wo…
I never thought I could crave a s… Like the one that sits across your… Distinctly scraped from the corner… Made in depths of dreams and forei… Its own presence, reflecting galax…
“You’re trapped.” He explains, My body is bare, I’m losing time, And losing air.
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,
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 never loved me, Only the taste of my name, As it lingered on your slithering… Falling out, dripping, With poisons of promises,