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i love the way your hair smells after we've stood outside in the rain,
watching the half-frozen slush slowly surpass our feet. i love how
warm you are to me when we've come inside after the sky fades
from lavender to listen to the uneven sound of wind against the house.
we feel so small and safe inside something that sounds so frail.
you're gentle like butterflies against my skin. against me.
you're floral and something sweeter, like honeydew dripping
down my chin. down my arms.
just lay here with me for a while.
i'll tuck your hair behind your ear and tell you it's alright. tell you
you're my infinity. with nighttime skyline eyes. and in your hair
there's butterflies, they're silently sleeping, quietly breathing
in your ear about dreams.
and when you murmur my name in the dark,
i'll fall in love with you all over again.
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sunrise, sunset, unrise, unset
you rise
like a cancerous sun
and orbit away from
me, this, everything
(nothing = synonym)
you set
and you're (g)(one)
for a not-her night
(i need a calendar)
you rise,
swing two steps to the left,
and disappear to your star-
Less skies; no, wait, you've
got a star. but you're apart
of anot(me)her constellation
(please let me eat the moon)
you set
me, UP, (on your pedestal)
TO FA_L
like a chain reaction;
butterfly contraption
(i sink like a domino)
your eyes
follow me.
like a poor trai
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alone is just another word
I want to think that I'm not self-centered and conceited when I notice how all my words are aimed at your heart, your chest, your lungs. I want to feel empowered when I say, "you're not strong enough to hate me." And I want to hate myself for you because I know how god-awful I must be, but I know you're lonely. Because we are all just lonely people.
It's the way you say "surrender" like it's supposed to mean something, and the way you shout "I'm leaving and never coming back," like I should be scared, worried, or upset. But I'm perfectly fine with knowing you'll spend a night in the old subway station with it's untold stories and glaring add
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sunday thoughts
you are glowbracelets
and fireflies and oatmeal raisin cookies.
you are thunderstorms
and comic books and afternoons on the bleachers.
you are constellations
and crinkled denim and nights spent on the park bridge.
you are the best thing
i could ever hope for and i love you more than should be allowed.
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just something i put together over last night and today. not sure if i like it, since i didn't work too hard on it.
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This is really beautiful with all of it's romance. Not too many people are able to capture the romance here that you capture. It's purely wonderful!