like starsi like to think that love is a choice.
that we're able to scoop it up once it's within our reach
feel it and fold it and hold it
spread it all over our faces like it's watercolour paint
until its in us and we're in it
and we are full of those gorgeous colours
that you only find in sunsets and jungles and your words.
wash it off and watch the pretty sunset colours
as they swirl down the shower drain
until there was no trace that it was ever there
and we'd be better off.
but that's never how it works.
i can remember that one night in june as we
lay on a sleeping bag in my backyard
huddled together and staring up at the sky
as the stars gazed back at us
surely jealous of the sparkle in your eyes.
you told me that
stars never really stand still
that they're moving
and rushing by and grazing past each other
and then they're gone.
i told you that maybe we're like stars.
july was full of happy.
happy and happy and the smell of chlorine when
you were pressed up against me
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dust scatters, leaving you coughing and blinking and wanting more.
the sides of your light-up sneakers blink with each lonely step you take.
leaves crunch between your fingers, fall air nipping at your cheeks. hiding behind the school so you don't get ridiculed by the pretty girls.
you wish so much to be one of them,
but they don't want you.
bonding with the sharp gravel that paves the walkway, warm red ribbons pour around your face. bikes are for cool kids, they told you.
the sharp words still echo in your head,
so you really won't be needing yours.
you don't wear makeup, they scrubbed it off when you did. words scrawled across your desk, your locker, your forehead.
black ink doesn't bleed,
loser is a fate.
skin pulled taut on your wrists makes it easier to break. you are stuck on repeat,
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your knees q u a k e d like that Jenga piece
that buckled just before your whole foundation
& no matter
how many times
I've restarted your heart,
one would think
I'd grow tired,
I'm still writing you in poetry
(in the most inappropriate of places.)
You forced yourself beneath my blades
& my fingertips,
Licking unstable knees,
you were death on my tongue:
angry apricot eyes, unforgivable sin
scaring my limbs &
haunting my dreams.
& I'd still try to save your fucking life.
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to slice through the thickest
of scar tissue this evening.
Let all my inner demons
fall to the floor
& write them out
in my own black blood.
It’s not red anymore,
even though needles
& the bruises
laid out like war-lands
on my arms
I don’t think it ever was,
My mind is a mess
of free versed insecurities,
cat’s eye marbles,
& untamed forest fires-
I still don’t have the nerve
to slice open my skin
& bleed for her.
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i have this
sudden urge to cut
most of the time,
i just wish I were anything
other than me.
a rocket ship, a bird-
the sweet flavored smoke
I promised my girlfriend
these briar patch lungs
would not in.hale.
i have fallen in love
with the strangest of things-
eyes that intimidate
the way my scars
play hide and seek
with her hands. -
the love letters
that start and end
pressed against limbs.
i make promises
i know i can not keep.
but if i were a liar
i would say i was tired
of writing to the stars.
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the embodiment of poetry.
& my clavicles whispered too many nothings
about your summer storm hands,
folding like paper cranes
to make wishes upon themselves.
wishes are for the weak-
do something about this quaking heart
& freezing fingers.
I think I found God then,