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it's six-thirty a.m.
okay?
- and my ribcage is spas- spas- s p a s ming with every thought of you. i can see it clearly: the turned-up corners of a smile trying to take control of your face, the wild wind-intensity of your sea-green pebble-eyes raking my hands as if you're dissecting me, the way your palm-lines molded to my spine as you pressed me close one last time... i can still feel your lips whispering seductions, whispering me closer to you, drawing me out and down, and in the still of almost-sunrise, the backs of your hands look like claws scrambling for purchase on my skin. but mostly, i can hear you.
- and i've got the radio blaring, but your halting breathstrokes have me paralyzed, your heartbeat the wings of a hummingbird pulsing the air into mini-whirlwinds of your peaches-n-cream locks, the lotion on your legs.
- and i'm lying half-awake in my bed. the pillow that used to be yours has been screaming for days and i can't get your favorite song out of my head. i think it might be telling me the truths of our connection; lady gaga's bad romance is too catchy for me to enjoy remembering. and i miss you and the ways you scrambled my eggs in the mornings, the mint of your toothpaste still stuck to the corners of your lips. i used to lick it off for you. i miss you, but you're dead. and i wonder, now, how i didn't see the signs. why i didn't stop you. but i wonder more why you were too cruel to stick around. i love you, baby.
okay?
Literature
solemn smiles
she's too broken to be whole anymore. she's empty, holding all of your secrets until she's no longer her but you. she knows who you love, she knows who you hate, she knows everything about you and everyone else. but she doesn't know anything about herself. she's a mystery; to you and to her and to anyone else who's bothered to look in her eyes. you can see the fear, can't you? you can see how she looks like she's being chased, like she's dying and doesn't know how to save herself.
the catch is, you don't really care. it's all too convenient to have a girl who'll hold all of your shame and give you advice and smile when you say the wrong thin
Literature
love and justice: a blind date
I now prefer
my beauty
nameless
so I can quake
and curse fate
blameless
bereft
of the burden
of discovery
avoiding left by
almost alright with
anonymity
see
once you learn
to love
it's like
riding a bike
and it seems
I never met a liar
that I didn't like
and/or
I love you's
not a sentence
that lasts
for life
or perhaps
(and this
possibility
just occurred
to me)
there's a sort of
painful
parole
obtained through
perjury
so
what's a boy
to fear
when fear's not
what it appears
to be?
how to
intuit an intent
when purpose is
a question
in perpetuity?
Literature
Jacelyn Who Never Smiles
Jacelyn who never smiles
Suffers through the endless trials
Of a rotting candyland
Crumbling to collapse like sand.
Jacelyn with skin so pale,
Never slips the slightest wail
As she watches dreams so bright
Mottle, rust, and lose their light.
Jacelyn with eyes so dim,
Who did cause your world to spin?
Who brought down their mighty hand:
A father, mother, or a friend?
Jacelyn who sheds no tears,
Why don't you vocalize your fears?
Anything just to forget
The wailing echo of regret.
Jacelyn with heart so bruised,
It hurts to know that you've been used,
Beaten, thrown upon the floor,
Broken, down into the core.
Jacelyn no soul
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Wow. I did not expect that little twist at the end. Brilliant.