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Seven

Without you,

I could have wings,

and see the world,

standing atop the Eiffel Tower,

before I found my way to waves,

waiting for breathtaking,

but,

without you,

it would just be places,

faceless things,

that just happen to pass me by.

I thought about you,

tonight,

as I stared out my window,

at more of the world,

and I felt empty,

except for the small part of my heart,

that still has your name written on it,

which beat faster,

and with more urgency,

as your face appeared in my dejected reflection,

your eyes reaching mine,

as I reach for your hands.

It was just my imagination,

but your name is still there,

all seven letters.

 

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Let There Be Love

Sometime around my seventeenth birthday,

in fact,

exactly on my seventeenth birthday,

I was sat,

crowded by people who loved me,

staring down a cake,

that made me anxious,

making a wish,

for someone else to love me,

differently,

obviously.

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I wasted a wish,

on a waste of time,

waiting for too long,

for the wrong kind of love,

because I wasn’t worldly enough,

to see it for what it was.

When I closed my eyes,

to ask everything around me,

for the birthday gift nobody could give me,

I heard the last minute or so,

of Let There Be Love,

like I always did,

when I looked at you,

and for a second,

I thought it might come true.

 

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Let Me Be Your Drug, Darling

Darling,
what have you done?
I have no right to,
but,
I wish you got high less.
You took a gamble with the guy I loved,
sending him round the roulette wheel,
ribs and pretty face,
broken by the blades of your bad habits,
while I sit on your steps,
smoking all your cigarettes,
singing sad songs to the moon.

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Darling,
just out of the way,
where I can pretend,
that I can’t see you unravelling,
revealing all the ways I wounded you,
before running away,
to pour alcohol and anxiety into my own war trophies,
won in battles,
that I lost,
far before our time.

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Darling,
I wish I could drink less,
and ignore you more,
but when I am narcotic,
I am nostalgic for you.
My disgruntled daddy,
Blake, Sid, Clyde, Romeo,
I am a glamorous groupie,
criminal chanteuse,
dying to die with you,
because living apart feels too hard.

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Darling,
when the morning comes,
my ballads replaced by birds,
who believe in the sunrise,
I hope you’ll be alive,
to understand,
that I am overstating my intentions,
and affections.
When I loved you,
I was just a girl.
I don’t know how to love you
like a grown up,
yet.



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