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I hide many things
because secrecy is most commonly mistaken for
sophistication.
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I dreamt of blue birds and yellow rats,
of cats as red as strawberries
and dogs, darker than earth.
and that’s because I’ve been rereading tales
from my childhood.
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I wish I could build things
so people would admire me for my work,
not my personality.
(Not that anyone admires that,
But it’s the only thing I can show..)
I’m just lonely tonight.
I don’t need to be cuddled
as someone suggested.
I don’t need hugs.
I don’t really NEED anything.
But I’d give the world away
for a short conversation with my mom,
somewhere in Paris again,
on our way to Notre Dame.
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Tonight I smell of pink salt and black orchids
and my earlobes taste of wet metal.
my eyelids wait for your lips
and I tremble at the memory
of your whispery “night..”
You probably still smell of sunshine and green apples.
There’s no way of knowing it for me anymore.
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I’m happy in the mornings
because I don’t know what the day brings.
I am happy in the evenings
because I know what the day brought.
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I know you, world.
you’re this living box of magic.
as time goes you open more and more
and you only fucking show what I want to see.
I always wanted the depth, not vastness,
sadness, not air.
and you’ve opened and shown it for me
and now I don’t like it
and please make it all go away.
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I carry my sadness everywhere I go
because it’s the only place you live now.
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I wonder what did you tell them.
no one reached out.
everyone who said they liked me and loved me.
no one reached out.
no text.
no call.
no words from anyone.
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Since when is killing you
not an option.
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you’re quick to assume I will
keep my promises
after your terrible manners.
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When I sleep,
alone
my head is still tilted slightly to the left.
I think it is hope that guides my stupid neck.
but you’re never there,
not at night,
never in the morning.
And I still sleep too close to the edge,
an silly odd mechanism to protest me
from your turns and kicks.
