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days eyes
It’s late over there, are you sleeping? I keep looking- darling I keep searching for you everywhere. Hours have passed yet I am wide awake. The only time I know you’re real is when sleep starts catching up to me; that’s when I feel you. I can sense your movement; white petals…
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spice
You are dangerous – yet here you are sharp tongue and soft eyes you could put Satan to shame
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swimming in bottles
I find myself swimming in bottles often. Shots of amber, glass waters clear as raindrops- they’re not as sweet. I like when you’re bitter, when you are hard to swallow. Makes it feel as if you grab my throat and don’t let go. You love to hurt me and that’s why I love…
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too far, you’re too far away
I was never good at math but I’ve calculated each and every second every minute that added up the further that you were away from me Do you count those hours hidden between us? You said it was six but it feels like eight it feels like days I wonder if…
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susurrus
I wonder if this is how Psyche felt when she dreamed up such a love cascading out of her arms trickling through her fingers wings the color of those honey laced arrows You give me more than butterflies fill me up leave my knees shaking and stomach clenching I would become more…
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pendulum
You are not looking for me you keep me on just a tight enough leash to tug on it if you so please
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broken conversations
Your call wasn’t anywhere near a sirens it was pleading desperate It’s not time yet I tell you- you won’t listen It’s drawing nearer
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learning the blues
I plucked one of your roses needle pricking my skin crimson just as red as those petals You told me It’s not time yet I wait for spring to come almost as much as you crave winter It’s in those moments that your heart grows warmer icicles latched to your skin…
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I’m-prisoned
Its been a while since we’ve been here. I thought if I gave you time, then maybe you would have come back to me, but instead you never came. Now it feels as if I’m less than what I was. There were never two halves that made us whole, rather you beat away…
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hollowed words
You don’t feel right in my grasp. The weight of your words mean nothing to me, letters spilling out- nothing short of emptiness. There is a hollow ground inside of you. One that cages me in, and you make me feel so cold. I’ve never felt so alone
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melting calamus
These hands are tethered rope fastened feathers of yours smiling down on me You reach for my eyes crooked teeth a freckle placed upon my lips Counting, counting our life is measured by seconds, seven petals dropping Which one will be our last
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Demeter’s Skies
It has stopped raining, but around us there’s thunderstorms and hail, and you- you are the holder of it all. You slip your lips against my own, dominating skies, controlling winds like you have strings attached to them. When we break away it’s with reluctance. A sliver of the sun showing through obsidian clouds, and…
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