i hate watching
you. i hate the blood
that pumps underneath your right hand
and runs through you red and thick and salty--
i hate your stubborn lips, mouthing
every
word.
i wish i didn't wonder
how it feels.
i wish i could
stop
watching you.
i hate watching
you. i hate the blood
that pumps underneath your right hand
and runs through you red and thick and salty--
i hate your stubborn lips, mouthing
every
word.
i wish i didn't wonder
how it feels.
i wish i could
stop
watching you.
Taking down for now. Revision in progress!!
It's sand, mud and dirt
but some see the blue beyond
and call it a beach.
She almost forgets.
Summer nights still taste like smoke
and fireflies still dance.
The snow was melting
when you talked to me
when they talked to you
when we stood with them
and their thinning perfume
their black backpacks
their straightened hair
their plans of the ride home.
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