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June 23, 2014
here's to losing you by 0hgravity is, as the suggester says: "full of beautiful spins to readied phrases"; fresh language invigorates the majority of this work.
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hey, wow,
you look...great! you do!
I'm well,
and you?
good, good.
are you happy?
great!
am I?
no, but here, have my
nervous laughter,
see me turn myself
upside down when we run
into each other.
while you are shaking hands
and kissing babies
still smiling for smiling's sake,
I've seen the real you
crying into wine. I've felt you
stain my shirt black-streaked
with hidden away things
creased things, folded
and-tucked-under-heavy
upturned-lip things
and in the process, you
soaked my soul in
everything you.
spooning your vulnerability
was better than
exchanging virginities
in one blind night,
better than the electric jolts
you sent burning up my arms
when you grabbed my hand
one day, out of the clear blue,
better than that first kiss
when both our tensions
dissolved into each other
like butter in a hot pan.
nothing has quite matched the night
when I saw you naked, saw you
emotionally undress for the first time:
I'm fine, you slipped off your shoulder
I'm okay, really you gently pushed down,
passed trembling excited knees.
I remember it like yesterday,
how you pressed my hand over your
insecurity; you asked me to kiss your
exposed hurt still raw as the scarring day,
pleaded with me in shakily caught breaths
to make you come
clean.
even now in this unexpected meeting,
as I hold my frown up
with these veiling pleasantries,
I see by your softening eyes
we will never be strangers again.
we will always be
still-in-love exes because
I will always be the one
you lost your walls to.
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we shouldn't be so afraid of death
i waited for death to wrap his
frail hands around my neck and
feed me to the unknown
but he just took my hand, fingers
laced between my own
and smiled
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drowning with him
there’s this boy i work with.
he is five.
he wears long sleeves
and shorts with holes in them
that are only kept together with
small clothespins and thin threads.
his hair is always cut close
to his skin, though his bangs are left
just long enough so it covers his eyes
and i know no one can see them.
but i always watch him.
only sometimes i will allow myself
to watch over someone else, even though i know
this boy will only continue to follow me.
he asks me to play,
he asks me to speak,
and sometimes, he even asks me
to hold his hand.
they are always cold and strong,
with calluses and chipped nails
that dig rough into my skin,
and
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Goodbye
i didn’t fall in love with you
until your skin was already grey and i
had to tell you what the weather was like
since you couldn’t leave your bed.
i didn’t mind long nights in the hospital
because making you laugh brought a warmth
to my cheeks that burnt hotter than a
forest fire, you never laughed at me for blushing
i snuck you in alcohol and forbidden foods
and pushed you around in that rusted wheel chair,
and all the nurses looked at us with
miserable eyes that said more than the doctors
would ever tell me.
naively i thought it was good news
when you said they were sending you home; but
when i saw you strewn across
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This is Beautiful, I loved it.