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cold as ice
brushing fingertips against skin
cold as ice.
lying here, late at night
cold as ice.
the second his sweatshirt was absent
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tears
~F
i felt so numb when he told me
that he used to feel the same.
honestly, i should've expected this, yet im shocked.
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time
Time
/tīm/
noun
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papercuts
I sit in class, 12:19
Staring at the yellow walls.
Your face fills my mind.
I can't help but think of you after this week
It was so complicated yet so perfect.
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thought from the ill version of me
10:32
i have a cold and i should be asleep.
but i wonder if anyone notices the way that
each stanza in my poems
have to be the exact same number of lines.
10:34
Loves
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Hope
Having you is painful
Out in a world like this
People judge us for what they see
Everyone knows me but you're just a lover people hate to see me with. -
on endings
and—
time
(itsoveritsoveritsoveritsover)
stops.there
are
tears
in
your
eyes,
mascara
smeared -
Ouroboros
Can there be a house without a home?
Can there be a king without a throne?
Can there be a priest without a faith?
Can there be a ghost without a wraith?Can there be a hero, without a quest?
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Reflections of the Lake
I sit here, silent, staring up at the sky where the sun seemed to be seconds ago,
a special kind of calm can be found in the sunset
I think.
Thinking is not unusual, as thoughts, they never stop
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wanting, without direction
today's air tastes like berries
and overused metaphors. the shadows run
across golden ground, and i look
at our old stone wall like they would in farmers' days.
a boundary, a gate
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Everything In Its Place
You had always been neat. As a child, you would organize your toys in order of height, and your clothes in the rainbow. Your parents had wondered about OCD, but you always said you were just tidy.