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Literature Text
Sundays are the loneliest—
I feel the weight of mileage
more profoundly
as your boyfriend drives
four glossed hours
to meet up with your door.
I wrap myself in crystals
& cut glass like a shroud—
cursing the insolent mountains
that apologize for nothing but
their newly abashed beauty.
You are working on
perfecting perfection
& the hours are slower here—
you cried to me last night
& all the pet names
I have in my arsenal
were proven worthless.
You are sunlight turning
the ocean to diamonds—
glittering blasphemously
with no shame
& none of my created stones
can shine as wholly.
When I'm certain you are
laying beneath him
I don't know whether to
cringe or smile—
unable to decide if
romance or friendship
is illuminating the ghost of your face
in my vision.
I feel the weight of mileage
more profoundly
as your boyfriend drives
four glossed hours
to meet up with your door.
I wrap myself in crystals
& cut glass like a shroud—
cursing the insolent mountains
that apologize for nothing but
their newly abashed beauty.
You are working on
perfecting perfection
& the hours are slower here—
you cried to me last night
& all the pet names
I have in my arsenal
were proven worthless.
You are sunlight turning
the ocean to diamonds—
glittering blasphemously
with no shame
& none of my created stones
can shine as wholly.
When I'm certain you are
laying beneath him
I don't know whether to
cringe or smile—
unable to decide if
romance or friendship
is illuminating the ghost of your face
in my vision.
Literature
love your mistakes
I've fumbled around with hearts before,
and let them fall. Cracked fingernails, walked into
doorframes, bumped into people and hesitated too long
to open my mouth. Moments passed me by, often.
Occasionally, I was brave, and fell hard on my nose.
Was bleeding and embarrassed for the pain;
and the proof of it, the blood.
Said "sorry, but," or didn't say sorry at all, ate my feelings
or starved myself for them, carried my guilt around with me
until it made me sick and lose my appetite,
drowned my hand soap in the toilet,
didn't stretch after exercise and was sore for days,
kept my distance to those reaching out to me.
Pushed my pain asid
Literature
No Symmetry
He's the lone wolf in the woods,
She's the graceful doe in the grasslands.
He's the lost boy in the cities,
She's the sweet girl in the parties.
Yet the butterflies stringed them together,
While their gaze locked their eyes.
Yet he saw something that wasn't right,
While she thought she knew that was time.
Two stars met at the same time,
Although only one shone bright.
Two worlds met at the same time,
Although only one portal was seen in sight.
The wrong key to the wrong lock,
"The hand finally struck 12", she smiled.
The wrong half to the wrong heart.
"I'm a zombie and she's a human", he cried.
Literature
The First Heat of Summer
Atoms stroke each other in the epidermis
Vitamin D on Golden rays
Salt and nectar winds
Thrown off the sullen blankets of winter
Plastic rubbing between your toes
Coarse sand and pink sunsets
The breath taken out of your lungs by the icy water
Atoms stroke each other in the epidermis
You learn to love yourself again
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I'm sorry it took me so long to read these.
You are lovely, this is lovely.
You are lovely, this is lovely.