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“why
is it that
you still have an
effect on me
it’s like i
have the memory span
of a fly
i touch the
fire
get burnt
cry
then touch it again”
09 Friday Dec 2016
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“why
is it that
you still have an
effect on me
it’s like i
have the memory span
of a fly
i touch the
fire
get burnt
cry
then touch it again”
02 Friday Dec 2016
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“smoke fills my lungs
as i think of you
little do i know
i don’t need
tobacco
to be dizzy”
30 Wednesday Nov 2016
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“those faint
body contacts
those touches you
deliberately and
unintentionally
give me
they don’t burn
my skin
anymore
they stir my
heart
into oblivion”
30 Wednesday Nov 2016
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art, jealousy, literature, love, my writing, poems, poetry, spilled ink
“he looks at me
like i’m
the only one
there
then he
looks at her
and it’s like he’s in
a museum
appreciating all
the art pieces
buying
none”
24 Thursday Nov 2016
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“why’s he so beautiful?”
she whispers
“i think it’s the sun, he complements it”
24 Thursday Nov 2016
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“how can you
look at me
like that
like i’m the
toughest mystery that
you enjoy
solving”
21 Monday Nov 2016
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“talk to me
tell me about
your destructiveness
your strength
your favorite artist
tell me about
your daily routine
and your most valuable perfume
tell me
for i live
for the moments you tell me
repeating your words in my head
until i memorize you
until i fall in love with you”
18 Friday Nov 2016
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“i catch you looking at me
and you softly turn away
then i forget about it
because why would anyone look at me any way
other than how i’ve always felt
neglected”