the better thingsMore Like This
1. break the bones that burn under your skin, but believe in the blood that warms it. we are forever changed by the sweeter songs of the stars we fall from.
2. i won't look at you, or you, or you, and i know tomorrow when i sing for her you will all trip over the tile and your tongue but nothing will change outside of you. or me. we might miss each other terribly for two seconds, but we will be the same and i thank god for that
3. winter treats you well, orange ash boy. vermont expands your diaphragm and the girls are aching to fill it. (i am aching to fill it.) your freckles are there and not here, and i realize that i love you
4. i was c
on getting to be honesti wonderMore Like This
if you were really drunk or not
when you called me. if that was
just an excuse when i asked you why,
if maybe that made it somehow
seem less strange after all this time.
if you were telling the truth
about keeping everything i gave you.
except for my paintings, which you
admitted that you destroyed. i wonder
how often you take my poems out and
why you asked me what my
warmest memory was of us.
i'd often dream of having
this conversation with you
a year ago, but it was too soon
and we were still in love but
we hated each other. i would have
said, 'the best memory i have of you
is you leaving.' which of c
100 theme challenge001. moralsMore Like This
there is nothing wrong with leaving behind politeness for happiness and we could all do to remember.
the aches in my skin parade within my bones like a sin.
i say your name over and over like it is a prayer to keep my head above water.
004. clear skies
just because things are cloudy doesn't mean there's no sun behind them.
005. happy birthday
i give you a feminine loofa, funny boxers, and your favourite candy- i want this to show you i love you even though i'm broke.
my white flesh browns under my thin skin- i am rotting to my core.
hours of letters written and phone calls si
12-21-12The Mayans said it first, butMore Like This
tea leaves said it second, her palm
said it third, and the boy
down the road, the one with the blue,
blue eyes, said it fourth.
The world was going to end and she
could not be happier.
Her affairs were easy to arrange:
money sealed into envelopes,
the microwave unplugged, and one
last kiss for the blue-eyed boy.
She called her mother,
and her mother did not answer.
(But she did not expect her to.)
That evening she hid beneath
a blanket with her dog and told stories
about the good times and the bad times
(but mostly the bad times, and how
now there would never have to be
bad times ever aga
apologiesyou were a good friend to me.More Like This
i try to justify how badly
i fucked you over with the
numerous times that you had
fucked me over, but the
truth is, you were a good
friend to me. the best
i ever had.
when i was young, and
no one loved me,
you loved me.
when no one could make
sense of me, you did.
i grew right alongside
you and though we were
both sad for a very long
time, we grew up to be
you were always very
pessimistic and i was always
looking for light. i think i brought
a little bit of that light into your life,
and you brought a little bit of that sobering
sadness. but it wasn't a bad thing. i needed it.
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