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None of the days have passed away
The stars have yet to fall from the sky.
They cling to the velvety darkness above them, little silver pinpricks, listening for their cue,
for when they can explode in a burst of white-hot magnificence
to lead the way to our cabins -
Blackberries
When you look at me like that I feel dumb –
pretending you didn't make me weak in the knees.
Pretending I didn't feel them, the zaps of electricity
crackling in your laugh.
Pretending I was ever immune
to you. -
i might cry
It'll be hard to write this poem because
I might cry
when the words become jumbled memories
nostalgia pouring out of the depths of my mind and unfolding on a blinding-white computer screen -
Text messages I'd never have the guts to send
Hi
I haven't seen you in a while
How are you doing
I don't think we ever really talkedWe talked so much
We used to talk every dayIt wasn't anything important thoughYou still don't know why I did what I didIt's fine -
... And Now It Is May Again
I was in the car, riding shotgun
listening to a song that sounded like summer
like tires rolling over hot asphalt
like mud stuck to the bottom of a murky pond
like a brain freeze from the coveted chill of ice cream -
I drowned in compliance
I drowned in compliance
like I'd drown in an oversized sweater
let it envelop me
until all I could see were the rolling waves of
expectations
tossing me out to sea, unforgiving
Loves
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those poets and their sunrises
(ywp is like the sunrise)
washed in watercolor above the sleeping world
enchantingly illuminatory
& strawberry melting into orange creamsicle. if you pay
close attention, it never really ends
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Let's Get Vulnerable About a Boy
I want you to kiss me until my lips bruise and pucker and purple and all I can taste is the inside of your mouth.
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Please, don’t.
Don’t.
Don’t you know?
Don’t you know what I mean?
Don’t you know what I mean when I say
something isn’t right something isn’t right something isn’t right
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If
I —
I could.
I could, love.
I could love you.
I could love you if…
I —I wanted.
I wanted to.
I wanted to, love.
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A Gull’s Corpse
It's lying on its back
on a large flat rock,
exposed to the grayish sky like an offering
to some odd god.
There's a hole in its breast,
