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i don't care
i don't care about the comments,
about my hair and my clothes.
i don't care what they say,
about my parents, and my home.
i don't care about my books,
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but what we have is everything
You ask me for dinner,
You ask me for life,
You ask me for help,
Every single night.
You ask me for money,
You know we don't have,
You ask me for everything,
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everything changed
You were there,
all seven years.
You followed me around,
like a little puppy dog.
You'd ask me to the dances,
and say I was pretty.
You'd compliment my every move,
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Black Nights
Black pebbles on the ground,
ricocheting as you and I fall down.
The current of the stream,
flowing like your mountain of dreams.
Black circles under your eyes,
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hopelessly
I hate your golden curls,
the way they get matted when you sleep.
I hate your boring blue eyes,
the way they look when you weep.
I hate your sword of bronze,
the way you can call it at your hip.
Loves
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Unconditional Love
Goodnight, I love you
then I put you outside of my bedroom door
If only I had known you were leaving my world
Would I have let you stay to claw up my headboard
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And the Message Said
I got a very old text message today.
I remember when it was sent many yesterdays past.
It dropped down from the top of my screen in a little box,
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at home on a winter's night
The thick night cloaks everything and the snow follows suit
a delicate dance, welcome
after two years of rainy Decembers.
My room is cold even though
the heat is blasting, so I sit
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To Emily
In Amherst's shade, where whispers grow,
You stitched the seams of all we know,
A bee's soft hum, a slant of light,
Became the fabric of your night. -
A Palmful of Metaphors
I’d like a palmful of metaphors,
Ones to use every time
I put a pen to a page,
To plant in my heart
And become submerged in my hope,
