February 2012
10 posts
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I love you, can't you tell?
Loving words on a park bench make me laugh in your face because I am spiteful and awful and maybe you can love me just the way I am but probably not. I pretend that I want to be free just like you, climbing to the tallest tree, loving you back, caressing your skin with fingers filled with gold and glitter and kindness. But, for now, I spite you and I take revenge easily. I shoot you dirty looks to...
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I glance at the lemon tree and it glances back at me, whispering sour thoughts into my ear and it is traipsing about my room, waiting for my infinite hopes that are so unsettled and I cannot contest to what is reality and what my eyes can only perceive in madness. The green grass grows with a purpose, the light above shines with unity and predictability, my thoughts swirl until I cannot read the...
I am too honest. All I want to do is get drunk and make out and water my plants and hang up my clothes and invite you over to my house and do those things that we do over the covers, while the neighbours stare. While you sleep, I think. While you are awake and stranded and I am too drunk to move still and I am sorry and except I am not really, I do what I want to do regardless of consequence. You...
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scattered along the kitchen floor
your hands sliding across the linoleum,
beg for me to stay,
but I will not,
nor will I ever.
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He was humming a tune in the shower. I couldn’t hear it, the song blocked by the rain of the water washing away all of his secrets. This was standard. I would always watch him from the bedroom, watching as the mirror fogged up and listened as he hummed the same melody, one I could never place. He told me he was a terrible person, and I believed him. Just another Monday, I wait for my turn to...
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put the kettle on,
come, lie on the bed,
hum a song in my head,
dance in front of my eyes
remind me that
all you tell are lies.
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my feet are weighted with anchors. hanging off of edge of the cliff and I am ready. tangerine skies, honey kisses, rough and passionate, holding me closer, drinking me in, I can smell what you had for breakfast, tea, strawberries, maple syrup, sticky sweet love, bodies dripping in sweat, avalanches, catastrophe, I can feel my future in the way your hands touch my shoulders, the way you twist and...
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this is how we are, all rose-coloured sentiments ravelled up into knots, not knowing where one begins and the other ends, we get scared too easily like the world could end if we let it, open ourselves up with a knife, candle lit windows, making love on the living room floor, your hands are blue and cold and you sing in my ear, whispering about the type of person you can be, and I don’t...
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uninspired-writings, cant think straight-know I’m hurting you- I don’t mind, do you?
you take my words too seriously - care about my opinion too much
unobservant - want you to be here tonight - where are you?
can’t sleep, looking for you - rocks at my window
downtown night life, doesn’t suit you
ladders to the sky, who the fuck cares
stand up to me
drink a...
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no sense
curved spine, it is something to talk about, vitamins and what is the point of this? chocolate every day, can’t get enough of it or of my thoughts of you, need them endlessly, tie me to a chair, let me drown, sing me a song, whatever. I sink into thought in public and I’m sure I look so silly, but your voice and your funny faces, and your finger tips, I don’t understand why you...