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i wish that everyone could
be as intimately excited by myself,
so absolutely infatuated and repulsed
as i am.
i wish i could erase my desperate
cries and push my howling laugh and -
the thing about leaving
leaving, in a strange way,
seems to hurt more than
being left, something
i never thought i would say.
but my head hurts and
you've given up on calling me,
so i really can't tell if you
ever cared. -
flickering
i'm standing in the middle of a crowd,
and all i can hear is the resounding
sound of a piano, something that used
to make me fall asleep but now seems
to keep me awake, pounding at my temple
as i fight to close my eyes. -
changing again
i decide that i like the feeling of the wind against my
damp skin, the way it dances across my hair,
my face a monochrome mess as summer
seeps out of my body.
the constellations clinging to my thighs fade, -
a short poem about a car ride
life goes by as if i am sitting in the
backseat of a car, watching droplets race
down the glass because there is nothing
else for me to do.
watching my reflection because you
are not here, and there was no "you" in -
happiness in a way
happiness is the ache in
my muscles at 5:32 in the afternoon,
the gentle reminder that i am real
and i haven't faded
(yet).
the gold specks in someone's eyes
that come out in the sun, the warmth