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past
tired feet
and the hop-scotch marks
of time
through
binding fears
of the last lover
to wrong her
under
brilliant layers
of preservation applied
in mirrored morning tasks
into
the little girl
who wants to ask you
to hold her good-night
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Permisson
I didn't give you permission
To come into my life
With all the subtlety of a train wreck
I didn't give you permission
To play around with my emotions
Like you did for the longest time
I didn't give you permission
To be so nice to me
Or to be so perfect in every way possible
I didn't give you permission
To make me like you
Or to become my friend
I didn't give you permission
To become the object
Of my affection
Nor did I give you permission
To be so beautiful
Or so unbelievably amazing
And I certainly
Didn't give you the permission
To steal my heart
Like you did
In that split second
When we first met
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I am trying to be honest,
but I write so fucking flowery
it makes me sick,
rose scented stars & love.
No.
Her: helpless as a lamb,
I want raw, aching
bone against bone
exploring the exposed, naked
poetry of her universe-
( warm, celestial hands
forging sandcastle ribs. )
Southern earth beneath her feet,
wanderlust burned like Apollo's touch
into her spinal cord, please awaken
the empty space between her skin
& mine.
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you talk like a travesty
oh, mercury boy, you can't
write your way out of this
body or out of this mind;
you can pray like it's high-fashion,
insist you're only burning yourself out
(but tell me - do you feel like a god yet?)
if only for murky mirrors &
silver cicadas caught
in your ribcage, you've
got a knack for decaying
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Awww this is so sweet. 