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when you walked through that door
that door;
i fell
down
down
i remember my eyes opening
and never waking up
a dream
a dream so real i remember the smell of your hair
the sun on my arms
i remember it all;
like it happened yesterday
i don’t know if that day ever ended
i hope not;
you matched and won
i’ll never forget that
you showed
deflated;
fates and twisted humanity
they go together like target and panera
every corner;
but ill tell our kids-
you showed when everyone pointed and questioned
you fucking tried;
more then they can say
when i think about it
the world spins in the opposite direction
it’s fine i mean, she is her own women
but which star is receiving
for when i pray i know your wonderous name
send flowers and wishes for the future
mines and yours
i’m not the monster they said
not the one i was supposed to be
or the one you heard i was
i survived against
your brother in flames
you sister in tears
your mother digging a shallow grave
but i plead to you
watch our shadows closely
we wander off the rift
every no and then
but we will walk up straight
find our way
in your eyes
so maybe a cane for the shakey path
a jacket for the questionable weather
a stamp for this letter that one day will come to you
all through a window
safe and secure
nothing gets to you
but i see it in your eyes
crave the touch of skin
it’s not a sin
to open up and let it in
open up
and let it in
every step is a step forward
forward not always straight
straight enough with a slight angle
angle that will dwell on for days
days we can’t get back
back of the line we’ve been here for hours
hours i’ve been counting
counting on someone to throw me a bone
bone that no one will throw me
me exhausted on my third drink
drink to the bottom feels full
full enough to try again
again
lyin’ to these boys
you were never invited
fell ablaze and denied it
lyin’ to these boys:
you were never invited
wandered the world
can’t trust anyone with a mask on
brings you back to those days we act young
dark times: hood up top down rollin’ blocks
flying high they called us the young hawks
lyin’ to these boys
twenty five and we failed em
twnety one and we runnin’ out of time
you were never invited
stormin’ the waters but you babbies are just overcastin’
sorry;
but not really
the words out your mouth are just silly
yes really
no they aren’t busy
they just don’t want to see your face sincerely, lily
damn
lyin’ to these boys
your the guest of honor
just not for honor
two years will all be goners
you say we are all on a roll
dishonor to the ones out yondor
stay home
you weren’t invited
pick ya feet up
not a three legged pup
i watched you sprint up and down the street
screaming from a stop sign you don’t know defeat
now limping around
on the stand is a crown
lyin’ around
now you got your feet up
stay up you are ’bouta blow up
don’t move; this is your close up
hit it with concrete
keep your receipt
you’re on the hot seat;
goodbye-
watched you blink
for two minutes
shut like rhymes
featured in a song or two
and gone
shut out of existence
hope nobody missed this
terror in a mason jar
fireflies for hundredth time.
i remember telling you everything
you payed with eyes
a few pennies
and you lost it all
i believe it’s meant to be
when the rain swept away
the nine on the night of wine
left all on the right wing
so i sink
swept away on the nine
i remember the wine
in boxes- floating
sent away with a sticker in rain
meant to be
swept in the rain
sinking
on the night of wine
Saint's Muse 