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one.
'just promise me you won't write about this tomorrow.'
i nod as you unbutton my shirt.
three.
my journal has been under my bed for the past week
and we've been on the bed for the past week.
my journal has been on my mind for the past week
and you've been under my skin for the past week.
five.
'i just don't want to become another poem.'
i nod as you unzip my jeans
and when you fall asleep, i whisper into your ear.
['i just don't want to become another one of your girls.']
seven.
i used to carry a halo and the angels slept on my shoulder
but lately, you've been the demon under my sheets
and the inspiration for the poems i can only think in my mind.
you call me a shooting star because i made your wishes come true
but i'm really just a disappointing part of astronomy that's been breaking children's dreams.
nine.
my journal has been under my bed for the past week and i don't even mind
because i could only write about your experienced lips and looking up the cause of shooting stars
but it'd only be words we don't have and feelings we wish were there.
'just promise me you won't write about this tomorrow.'
i nod as you unbutton my shirt.
three.
my journal has been under my bed for the past week
and we've been on the bed for the past week.
my journal has been on my mind for the past week
and you've been under my skin for the past week.
five.
'i just don't want to become another poem.'
i nod as you unzip my jeans
and when you fall asleep, i whisper into your ear.
['i just don't want to become another one of your girls.']
seven.
i used to carry a halo and the angels slept on my shoulder
but lately, you've been the demon under my sheets
and the inspiration for the poems i can only think in my mind.
you call me a shooting star because i made your wishes come true
but i'm really just a disappointing part of astronomy that's been breaking children's dreams.
nine.
my journal has been under my bed for the past week and i don't even mind
because i could only write about your experienced lips and looking up the cause of shooting stars
but it'd only be words we don't have and feelings we wish were there.
Literature
cauterized
cutting you from
my heart is like
laying my hands
among glowing
coals until my fingers
blacken and
curl
but I can do
this if it's the
only way
to let you
go
Literature
tuesday afternoons
and the wind chills my bones and every time i look at my watch i remember all the times when we sat on the grass laughing, watching the afternoon sun arcing across the sky like a shooting star.
Literature
Sometimes I Write...
Today was the first day of the rest of our lives.
We looked back on yesterday
and saw strangers performing
a warped mimicry
of our own intentions.
The outcome was never quite right.
We would never do such a thing.
We paved this road ourselves.
We made our beds
and now it's time to lie in them -
We made ourselves
and now it's time to lie to them.
Why save fiction for sweet dreams
and saccharine touches?
We have plenty for everyone.
You held me close and whispered
"Sharing means caring."
I read between the lines
and saw a sign printed:
Misery Loves Company.
A penny for my thoughts is far too expensive.
I am a book you
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sounds like the guy i'm dating now
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but that is bad, and this is so freakin' amazing.
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but that is bad, and this is so freakin' amazing.
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