August 14, 2012
swings


she loves flying
while i love falling.
she need not say anything
while words are all i have.
she wants sunlit hugs
and i want midnight kisses.
she loves me
and all I love is her.

 

12:59am
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August 12, 2012
save the empty

oh no
oh no
oh no
don’t do this,
don’t close the doors
too fast.
i love her,
and that’s what i want.
i want her,
and she’s all that i love.
do not kill it
too quick.
do not bury it
too soon.
let me lie.
let me talk to her
and smile.
don’t make me forget,
not again, please.
don’t let me wake up
empty, never again.
let me be happy.
let me get hurt.
not too soon,
not so soon.
not so soon.


 

10:19am
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August 8, 2012

drizzle, drizzle
love’s not the rain
falling in sheets
or in whispers,
pulses or bursts,
it either falls
or it does not,
tell me, love,
does it stop
or does it flow?
 

1:56am
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August 2, 2012
the lazy ball of yellow

crawled up the sky
and gave up halfway,
muttering in its stupor
of working late nights
and hangovers,

fragments crawling
between the shutters,
spilling onto sheets
whispering of late nights
and fleeting kisses;

pale fingers seeping
into the spaces between
my lips and her skin,
into the hungover quiet
of hushed love.






 

4:06pm
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August 1, 2012

not enough, never enough
just a bit more, a little bit more,
another fraction of a breath
to watch the fleeting
red song on her pale cheeks,
the bubbling laughter
dissipating through her lips,
just a bit more

1:37am
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