i know you are going through it
it’s okay
it’s just some waffles
Tag: Loss
2nd breakfast
i just ate;
fulfilled to the max
counting our stacks
war with our axes
rewriting all our exes;
i just ate,
now i’m full
ufos are real
i’ve seen them
every time you come around
be you;
you said
you said you see yourself in me
no baby no
you’re better
you’re you
high noon
i choose not to shoot-
to wait;
but everything
everything
is telling me
to let rounds fly;
tie me down
i knew it
the moment i saw you
i couldn’t look away
scornful eyes peered down
i didn’t care.
the way you bounced
in the summer night
i caved in your eyes
i’m glad they never returned
i wouldn’t have let you go
trauma stop
she was a needle beetle
crawling on all fours
ice in her veins
of what remains.
red puff explodes from her eyes
circled her like a vulture
claim to be of culture
nothing but guilty spies.
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she used to say
the number twelve
smelled like pine
outside~
one chirstmas morning
12pm
i knew what she meant
~
it’s twelve days till your birthday
i remember that night;
tragic vandal
we’ll light
a pine scented candle
in your memory
scream & yell
i remember you
differently
a quiet one,
now
you yell from the highest mountain top
whatever happened
i’m happy
i love your voice
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set fire
to everything
that isn’t for you
Saint's Muse 