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twenty-seven
tears have left trails in the dirt on my cheeks i seeded our garden, but you invited the weeds i’ve pulled them out till my hands knew each thorn did my scars then make me worthy of your scorn? i got...
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twenty-eight
as a brute, but with soft knees let this become their callusing as a brute, but with no strength break my arm to get within its length put your hands on me against what was your lover’s chest peel the...
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hemorrhaged
could stone fragments make an altar lay them down, one on another scrape an inscription of surrender lay down my isaac, & not falter raised hand, & no lamb will come wasn’t the same when he...
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surrender
chest rose slowly, heart raced, head laid softly against you beckoned first by cradling as your arms embraced as i withdrew from your ways, you allowed my disgrace vines withered with the shade, paths...
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twenty-nine
convince me, light shines in the dark or close my eyes as if it’d make a difference split me open as if skin seperated you from my heart or sew up my side as if i’d mend from stitches convince me, i am...
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still
still i lay fallen, as if your arms aren’t sufficient still my hands shake, as if your warmth has left still my chest aches, as if it’s hell threw you down from heavenFiled under: 2015 Tagged: poetry
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a heart’s tale
deceived myself as i convinced him you were the best gift then twice the liar as you lied in his arms, then carcassed my chest whispered in his ear that your lips were the sweetest of regrets like your...
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two minutes
should be grateful for 120 seconds to find some sort of expression, some words of affection that articulate better than my passive aggression. using my throat & tongue to form syllables seems like...
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split
it’d still be more natural than hatred to trace your hand with my fingertips, but you made my chest a casket i wish we could have words, even if it were just another eulogy, without pain driving my...
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