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second priority
I've never felt second best,
Being a twin, you get asked a lot of questions:
"Who's older?"
"Who's smarter?"
"Who's the favorite?"
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maybe I'll be fixed
I used to wake up and just watch you breathe,
I'd see your face and smile; we were in love.
It hurt me in a way that I would seethe
Every time I saw you and I've become
A monster who covers all of their scars,
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truth buried within a cookbook
- Add a little bit of truth in the mix
- Bury it in cups of sentences
- A pinch of darkness
- Stir in that liter of death, himself
- Teaspoon of loneliness
- Knead together the memories of the last twelve years
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What Happens When You Get On A Teacher's Bad Side...
He grabs my hand like he did last week—it might even be at the same time if I remembered— and pulls me across the hallway stained with the cafeteria's red sauce that students have been spilling for ages, and into what he calls "our place
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Float
I'm falling into the deep end,
That dark place that floods me
Over and over till I'm drowning
And I just float, float, float.
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The Binary Code
The binary code is plastered everywhere
from the billboard of the new romance movie
to the books that have shaped our history.
The binary code is ingrained in our heads
as we see the magazines,
Loves
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What do I know?
Unknown is the world we live in
How deep is the ocean?
How big is the universe?
It's unknown
So why try to figure it out?
Why try to swim deeper than you can?
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Technically...
Technically, I’m an immigrant;
I wasn't born here.
Technically, I’m too young,
just shy of a year.
Technically, I’m inexperienced,
barely know the rudiments.
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Flowers, water, and glass
A broken vase is worthless
To anyone but me
When they see a mess,
I see beauty
Most will turn away
Brush it off as nothing
But I'll run up to it
Mend it if I can
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Me or you?
Why does your soul cry
When your eyes meet mine?
Why does your smile fade
When my voice cascades?
How do you flow
Through the crowd?
How do you speak
Through your tears?
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It Begins
It begins —
This thing call Spring —
With sunshine and birdsong
Slowly infused into everything.
It begins with
Deep brown rivers gauged in viscous dirt roads,
As the frozen ground thaws and overflows.
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Nail Polish at Midnight
I painted my nails blue
because I couldn’t think what else to doto stop myself from thinking of you.
I didn’t realize until they dried,
it was the very color of your eyes: