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i. so today we get together
as per your request
today you (at last) confess to me
i watch you narrate
the e.e. cummings you've
kept chained in your rhythm,
in your beats and paces and all other nooks
and crooks
and hidden places
i've secretly always known existed
i want you to start writing today
ii. you tell me you believe
in your ability
to write the words i always knew you whispered;
steaming at the hearts of other girls
turning them to froth
while i watch my own heart
shrivel like dregs
in the same cup of cappuccino
i've always been drinking off drought
iii. i am screaming even in my softest tissues
blaming my body for my hearts' issues
admit to me
(your best blue jeans and bravery set forth)
read me unspoken
find it futile to resist (dear me)
by grace you do and you do
admit to me
my meth, my myth
how (i never have the courage to say)
i am your greatest muse
forever
regardless of where and which roads
i want you to start writing today
iv. so today we get together
after forever being stuck
in a brother-sister-best-friend situation
we are still so young
not in the least bit lacking in naivete
spiking our taffy tongues
scraping our cherry hearts
v. i want to be able to relive
these very minutes
as they are happening and as
i am thinking them to my self
the redness and dampness of my cheeks
and you, with your ever calloused hands
hold and kiss my face- save for my lips
(for you too, are afraid of retribution)
full with utter inexpressible devotion
i want you to write me
the greatest love story ever written
and
i want you to start writing today
as per your request
today you (at last) confess to me
i watch you narrate
the e.e. cummings you've
kept chained in your rhythm,
in your beats and paces and all other nooks
and crooks
and hidden places
i've secretly always known existed
i want you to start writing today
ii. you tell me you believe
in your ability
to write the words i always knew you whispered;
steaming at the hearts of other girls
turning them to froth
while i watch my own heart
shrivel like dregs
in the same cup of cappuccino
i've always been drinking off drought
iii. i am screaming even in my softest tissues
blaming my body for my hearts' issues
admit to me
(your best blue jeans and bravery set forth)
read me unspoken
find it futile to resist (dear me)
by grace you do and you do
admit to me
my meth, my myth
how (i never have the courage to say)
i am your greatest muse
forever
regardless of where and which roads
i want you to start writing today
iv. so today we get together
after forever being stuck
in a brother-sister-best-friend situation
we are still so young
not in the least bit lacking in naivete
spiking our taffy tongues
scraping our cherry hearts
v. i want to be able to relive
these very minutes
as they are happening and as
i am thinking them to my self
the redness and dampness of my cheeks
and you, with your ever calloused hands
hold and kiss my face- save for my lips
(for you too, are afraid of retribution)
full with utter inexpressible devotion
i want you to write me
the greatest love story ever written
and
i want you to start writing today
Literature
Epilogues like Epitaphs
Once upon a vapid day in
a town full of glazed-eyed murmurs
ultimately amounting to nothing, she
met a boy who said he'd calculated the
probabilities of wishes and knew what it felt like
to breathe a dream. He told her he'd write
her the world, he'd tell of the promises the
oceans kept and the way the stars never
quite compared to her eyes
but he lied.
And she figured love fancied
narcissism the same way she believed herself
deliquescent. (because we're always looking
for the prettiest ways to say we're
dying inside.)
Then on a broken night that tasted of
lucid intoxication and blind reminiscing,
she met a boy built of big words
whose h
Literature
Acquittal
Won't you leave me? I will love you
more than if you stay, transfixed
to the point of reference, our bodies
melding a sad, soft sublime, the back
spine of a little universe blown out
like a crafter's hot glass, the growing
moment, the wonder, the expansion
before a chill.
Literature
Seashine
Sacred skin
where heavens and ocean
collide,
an imprint on salted lungs
an echo
of aching, of
a moonlit yearning upon the
rolling tide.
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