01 Friday Sep 2017
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I fell for the wrong guy
Not exactly new
But you are.
You’ve made me want to be soft
Cashmere on your skin.
I’m kind with you.
My best self maybe.
I believe you bring out my best
But you’re not mine to love
You never will be.
But I’ll fall anyway
Into the better me.
15 Tuesday Aug 2017
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I fucking love you okay?
Do you even know what that’s like
Loving you?
Every moment I have with you
Carries some fucking weight.
A part of me trusts
It can see how we fit
How it can happen
The rest of me despairs
Knowing I’ve met myself
The self that fits the self i am
And I can’t
May not ever
I can just sit
Wait.
Hope.
Maybe one day.
11 Friday Aug 2017
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I made an image
An ideal in my head
A fantasy I could aspire to
I created it myself
To fill my bored hours.
A dream to fantasize about
Something to think about
Something to feel
So I could try to deny and avoid
Thank i don’t.
Not for you
Not for myself
Not for anything.
There used to be a person here
Now she’s a black hole.
26 Wednesday Jul 2017
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Seeing you when I did not expect to
Is the best surprise of my day
Knowing you worried
Noticed my absence
Cared.
Your smile lights up my day
Making you laugh is always a goal
Seeing you watch me
Stare.
I crave every second and
Look forward to the next.
You dizzy me to distraction
Wanting the unattainable.
You’re so good
If you touch me I’ll ruin you
Corrupt you
Sully the purity I love.
How do I have you
Without destroying you?
22 Saturday Jul 2017
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I don’t sleep anymore
I can’t
I try every fucking night
Instead I lay there
Imaging things that will never be.
Your body against mine
Your hands on me
That the smile you give is just for me.
I’m boring everyone
I’m boring myself.
If I tried I could get what I want
But it’s not worth the risk.
So I torture myself
Every sleepless night,
Every exhausted day
Dreaming of you
Awake and dreaming.
12 Wednesday Jul 2017
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Waist deep
In a thick heavy
Mud.
Tar.
If I struggle I exhaust myself
If I give up I’ll drown.
I’m frozen and I can’t breathe
The molasses oozes through
Every channel.
No breath I can take
I sink.
08 Saturday Jul 2017
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About a thousand
That’s the number
Maybe a million
Billions
Do I even know billions?
That’s the number.
Words I wish I could say
Moments I want to touch you.
I have to settle for glances
Inferred meanings
Dreams.
Hope;
It breeds eternal misery.
21 Wednesday Jun 2017
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That t-shirt you wore
In that photo I took
You know the one
You were sick that night
Holding your teddy bear
curled up,
Sweet.
You were everything
The thing I loved
A space between hurts.
A pure moment
Where I saw the man
The boy
The bear
I loved.
I still wear the shirt
I can’t throw it out.
I imagine it smells like you
Holds the future I wanted
Shows the love I bore
Before I broke.
I miss what I wished we were.
12 Sunday Feb 2017
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The heaviness
The smell of lust.
I’m on you, you wear me.
I mark you, like a cat.
Possessive beast that I am.
I keep you close.
I want to suck up all your time,
Your energy.
Make you love me most.
You’re my territory,
And I guard it well.
01 Sunday Jan 2017
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Just one time.
That would be all then
Goodbye.
“I feel nothing anymore”
I said.
You just smiled.
The second time,
Turned into three to six at once.
“Nothing special.”
I told myself.
A hundred kisses.
Dozens of hours lost in your arms.
Nothing special.
“Something special.”
You said.
Still I wait for the catch.
“No catch, something special.”
You said.
A hundred more kisses.
A dozen more hours.
“Something special.”
I agreed.
