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Adrift
My tired heart bobbing on the waves At night in the dark between sheets Tangled up like roots Finding spots and scars Naming them as we go Stories fill the silences and close the distances between us And now we’re drifting out over deep water Hurt by the ways she’s different Haunted in the ways… Continue reading
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Prime of Her Life
Blossom in the prime of her life Stands out in the meadow Every colour thats ever been For a fleeting moment in the scheme of everything Could I clip you and put you in a vase Trap you crushed in a book I’d keep by my bed Hold your stem in my teeth while I… Continue reading
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Guardian Demon
My heart lives in your pocket And I’m a baby bird in the palm of your hand. I’ve never been a religious man, Yet I worship you unconditionally Believe in your heaven faithfully And Like a god you could crush me With just a look in your eyes Or lack thereof My guardian demon Your… Continue reading
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Shark Eyes
Pearls turned into shark eyes Then stared at nothing at all To the edges of this world Continue reading
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Different Handwriting
We go for walks when it rains and run when it storms. We still stay up all night by accident, and watch the sunrise together. Continue reading
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Missed Connection
You are the real hopeless romantics, With emphasis on the hopelessness, Continue reading
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Back to Basics
With ears that listen, To sounds that are more than just funny vibrations in the air. Raindrops pattering cascading through leaves. Continue reading
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The Word Just
I just hate the word “just” That I just so stubbornly say To just belittle my words Just before I send them away Continue reading
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Mayday Mayday Mayday
Modern-day knight in iridescent Kevlar, riding on a red horse, veiled and obscured. If the fires don’t kill him, then the cancer will. Continue reading
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The Constellations Between Your Freckles
I hope I get the time, To name the constellations I draw between your freckles. Continue reading
Hole In The Hedgerow 