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Youth Is Wasted On The Young, And So Is True Love
I’ve wasted too much energy on people who fall in love with fucking me. My heart has only ever locked eyes with an equal once, and that was wasted, because youth is wasted on the young, and so is true love. I don’t want to be fucked. I don’t care if magazines and viral tweets…
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An Astute Assessment Of My Continued Stupidity
After midnight, meeting the gaze of the mirror, my summer skin stings and sings, with every wandering of the whip hand, sweet forehead kisses stay on my mind, long after you leave, never really here, just a shadow that stood somewhere in the room, someone that I needed to see, to remind myself that I…
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Cherry
Burning inside as the bright morning arrives, branding your beautiful face with my lipgloss, cherry telling you, that I choose you, just in case you needed to know. I hold my hand to my heart, hearing it whisper your name, sleepless and seeing stars, as lightning leaves a mark on the sky.
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Old House
I happened to pass my old house this morning, and my eyes were dry, not like the last time I was within her walls, because I had met you since I left her, so my eyes had a full schedule of staring with adoration, and no time to weep. She called out, as I walked…
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Captive
I slept in your arms, but woke up alone, smiling. I could still feel you. You could not be seen, but you escaped from my dreams, and kept me captive. Captive and quiet, under starlit skies, I wait, for dreaming, for sleep.