i couldn’t say their name if i tried,
when there once was a time
i spoke it like a body takes a breath;
i never forgot how to breathe
like i never forgot
what a person can mean,
despite how i avoid them
by crossing the street.
Tag: relationships
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like a body takes a breath
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never just a heart
when i tell you that i love you
i do not love you with just a heart,
i love you with unsteady hands,
hands that grip your hands,
with fingers skimming
every bit of skin they can.i love you with a faulty brain,
a brain that learns you to love you,
without the capacity to love myself.i love you with lungs;
i’m screaming at the top of them,
how i love you so much
that if you were a cigarette,
i’d let you turn them black.i love you with eyes,
eyes feasting on the view
like i’ve been colorblind
to reds and greens and blues
and now i’m seeing rainbows.i love you wholeheartedly
but never with just a heart;
i love you with every organ,
each bone, and all my body parts.
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on a whim
but you don’t kiss me on a whim
and you don’t say you love me
like you’ve never loved someone like this.
but maybe i want more than i deserve,
perhaps i seek more than i am worth.
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a boy is just a boy until
a boy is just a boy until
he tells you that you’re pretty
and you fear that’s not enough,
because boys like him deserve
paintings by Da Vinci
instead of sidewalk scribbles,
and sculptures by Michaelangelo
instead of sandcastles,
and chapels like Sistine,
instead of roadside gas stations.a boy is just a boy until
he smiles when he sees you
and you wonder what he’s thinking,
do boys like him
think of girls like you?
girls with sweaty hands
and heavy hearts
to match their bodies.a boy is just a boy until
he asks you if you like him
and you laugh like it’s a joke,
because boys like him aren’t liked,
they’re treasured like diamonds
found near craters,
and cherished like good times
when times get bad,
and worshipped like gods
so sublime, they earn scriptures.
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am i something
am i something that can be loved far away
or something loved a little less,
the farther the distance?
am i something that can be savored
without being embraced
or will lonely nights feel like
grasping for ghosts that look like
the last time you saw me?
am i something that can exist
in your thoughts
while you live in a place
that i hope makes you happy,
but not so happy that you
start to forget to wish i was there?
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baby’s breath
in the blink of an eye,
one bite of baby’s breath,
or a step too soon across the street,
and a heartbeat becomes a memory,
an empty seat that screams:
remember me.
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one more dead girl
unfurl my past devotions
like clues on a table,
scrutinize the corpse’s life,
ask about her type
and hear the larvae gossip
“light-eyed arsonists”
interrogate the dry-eyed suspects
and ask them why they spoke in bullets,
why they cannonballed into her chest,
and how they raised a warzone
from a blooming garden.
detective, if i had known it’d end like this,
with me facedown in a shabby bed
and my ghost wailing from the roof
for justice (or revenge),
while watching the world continue to spin
despite how violently i departed from it,
i’d like to think
i would’ve ignored the text messages,
i would’ve kept walking past
—the wraith of my heartbreak
haunting me each time
i dare considered a third
or fourth chance.
detective, can’t you understand?
they strike me like matches
against sandpaper
and wonder why the city burns
and my inner child seethes.
i was just a spark they toyed with,
but i love men who point
their guilty fingers,
and it’s always at me.
they could never be blamed
for the forest fire,
for the body in a coffin
or the ashes in an urn,
an overdose in a junkyard
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boulders
back when a timid kiss in a high school hallway was an act of bravery, back when a summer walk to the local mall was an exhilarating escapade, back when it felt as natural as a rolling thunder to rest my shoulder against yours, back when you and i met, like two hard-headed boulders colliding during an avalanche, after the quaking universe thrust us together, hoping to be an intrusive Cupid, only to create a disaster.
