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For my best friend
Flecks of light dance within your eyes,
gray or blue or green, always changing
with the seasons, with your mood,
with the shade of the flourescents
with your eccentric thrifted clothes, -
Does anyone think of me?
my voice is carried away by the breeze,
whispers of the friendship that never blossomed
of the love of the boy i can't have.
these words fall apart
slowly
sink under the ground
because nobody cares
nobody realizes -
In the darkest of nights
In the darkest of nights
when I lie awake,
the tiniest sliver of moon shining through the pitch-black
blanket of sky,
all I want to see are flowers
blooming and trees
bursting with soft green leaves. -
Postcard to Nowhere
Darling, -
i can't look away
i can't look away, it's impossible
there are mirrors all around, covering the walls, the floor, the ceiling
and if i try to turn away, i see you again
standing there in your clandestine beauty, -
They Tell Us
These are the best years of your lives, they tell us,
so stop pretending you're truly suffering.
Chin up, they tell us,
mask your grimace with your widest smile
because everthing is fine.
Stop complaining, they tell us,
Loves
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wait for it
she says i’m warm
yet i feel
cold
distant
i feel space,
the seconds
and severed flesh
that separates
me from myself.
how can i be warm
how can i be excited
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the waiting place is a tea store on sunday
中午 At 12:00 pm you walk into the tea store that lies just above the edges of your consciousness, embalm your tongue with the scent of green tea and honey.
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stone in the soup
It's late when I pull into this town. the square is lively as my car sputters stop feet away from vision.
its a party. the people of the town running around and around and around, with carrots potatoes tomatoes everything the town has
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Dreamers
and they're all breathless
telling me of the doctors who defied odds and
the athletes who destroyed records and
the CEOs and chefs and
and what if,
yes I think they're cool and
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Constellations of Friendship
Hair tucked behind ears,
Cheeks pink and glowing,
Smiles illuminated by the sun,
Weeping willow branches cascading like poetry
Onto fluttered-closed eyelashes;
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perfect//imperfect
There’s a girl in my grade who cut herself last week.