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Deja vu
I've been here before
I know this feeling
the impending sense of
happening.
It's going to happen
it's inevitable
is this a mistake?
I will back off so fast if you tell me you don't want it.
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Remarkable
I don't know you
I want to
but not yet.
I know you are more useful to me as a faraway rival
of extraordinary difficulty
than as a friend right now
I also know I won't have a choice next year.
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Love language
Duet
starting together ending together
weaving around each other's sound
adapting tuning
instinctively fitting into the tone
the way we want to do this
the contrast
played so perfectly
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The boys in my class
The agony of the human race
simple creatures
snickering at my poetry
banging their fists against their heads
stalling work
reading mushy parts of books they pretend not to enjoy
saying stupid things
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Sleigh ride
Just hear those sleigh bells jingling, ring tingle tingling too
F F F F F G F-D Bb C D C-A G F-
imitating the human voice with instruments
percussion back there repeatedly hitting the sleigh bells
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Family
I showed my grandmother my keyboard
she took six years' of lessons when she was younger.
Her fingers found the keys -
she could still read -
just enough
just a little.
I pulled out my flute-piano duet book
Loves
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blueberry pancakes
the last time i ate
was this morning
blueberry pancakes
warm
the smell of cinnamon
wafting from them
i ate a bite
then stopped
i imagine
ten year old me
running to the table
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love
what is it?
i've always found it
confusing
why
are we tied to
one person
only
why
is romantic love
more important
than friendship
why
do i push people away
yet long
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I want to LIVE
I want to live,
I want to hear a million songs and dance in the rain,
I want to kiss and make love,
I want to see the world from every angle,
meet people that I will love and ones I won't,
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ode for the girls in seventh grade
you’re perfect.
all of you.
and i don’t need to say more
but i will
because i want to write about every one of you
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"perfect."
I pick at my face
on a daily basis.
Rub my fingers over
my acne scars and oily skin,
every unwanted mark
that supposedly makes
me beautiful.
I try to convince myself
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nightingales
We hold hands and they call us lovebirds,
But they are too colorful and noticeable,
Not nearly strong enough as your grip,
As your hands around my waist,
Keeping me from falling (but it's already too late.)