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Come Live With Me, And Be My Distraction

I don’t want you back,
but I want you around,
waiting to want you,
in an uncontrollable way.
I tell you,
you’re the man,
scratching secrets into my desk,
saying yes,
time and time again,
to being your girl.

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I am a guilty girl,
chasing you,
though you’re not worth my attention,
just doing it,
or you,
for the sake of it,
because we’re just no good,
you and me.
I just want validation,
and you just need a distraction,
sharing M&S meals for one,
while the sun sets on our senses.

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You don’t know what to do with me,
I’m a pretty problem you serve,
rather than solving,
bringing back urges you thought you’d purged,
absolving your sins,
by giving them to me,
until I am just as unclean,
and then I leave,
listening to your voicemails on repeat.
Listening to your voicemails on repeat.


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Staying After School

Valleys,
groves,
hills and fields,
my love,
I heard your name in every one,
every waning whisper of the wind,
as I lay in your lap,
wary but wild,
and you read to me.
I was taken from the ground,
you know,
little girl lost to your gust.

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I must stress,
I was literate before we met,
but under your passionate perception,
my eyes were carefully cut open,
extended,
immensely,
suddenly selfless,
I learned how to read,
with my humble, hungry hands.
You stripped me down,
building back up,
until I was taller than the trees,
where you taught me how to Polish kiss.

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We built nature,
with paper,
after hours,
when the moon was moving closer.
My naked neck,
made for your hook.
A pretty lamb,
and a man who should have known better,
but was too beaten up by life to care.

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I fell asleep on roses,
in your coral clasp,
one finger on your lips,
to shush the sheep,
so I wouldn’t awake,
from our forest filled fantasy.
I don’t suppose you ever loved me,
or, I, you,
or maybe we do,
still,
and we just pretend,
so the chasm we created,
doesn’t feel so confining.

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