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Tide
i stand
heels sinking into the wet sand beneath
the tide rushes up
passing over my bare feet
the water
clear and cold
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strangers.
it feels weird
walking past you like strangers
knowing i still remember
everything about you
from your favorite color
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Us
it had seemed almost magical that evening.
twinkle lights strung up around,
affixed to the wooden fences surrounding,
holding us in.
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My Impulsive Attempt At Explaining My Feelings in Spaces
i sit
eyes down
body tense
mind racing
the silence so loud it's deafening.
my dad stands in front of me
Loves
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I don't have a thing
Everybody has a thing
Something they're good at
And something they love
It's their thing
Sometimes its sports
Or arts
Or humor
Sometimes it's just being
Loved
I don't have a thing
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Lumineers on Vinyl
I need pretty things;
I need the Lumineers singing
about flowers on vinyl, and
I need stained glass bubbles twinkling
in the window, and
to see my poetry scrawled in
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writing makes it real
I sat down to write a poem about politics,
About how our country is tearing itself apart,
About how we’ve tried to glue pieces back together,
About how somehow it’s already been a year.
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Anchorless
Sitting at a desk
staring into space
scratching your head
I'm sorry it was me you chose
I took away your anchor
and now you're just