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
Tag: Writing
nonsense nonfiction
i chose to take my time
to fill the holes
left by fiction
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
once
i haven’t
seen your eyes
shine
the way the did tonight;
i captured
every second
with my two lenses
before the night ended
forgotten
i don’t remember
yesterday, the way i did
yesterday
day dreaming
it’s demon time
breathing fire
above a bar
on a wednesday
morning
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it wasn’t the first time
or the second
or the sixth
or the last
it was the time
in my dreams
i could never forget
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