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Literature
i could never say goodbye.
we are silvered
hurricane edges and
magenta fingers
clutching childhood
remnants - our roots
twisted together
like beggar's hands:
desperate at the
knuckle but strong
at the joint.
you have a swallow's
soul and are
migrating away from
our secret garden
with wings of endless
ocean dreams and feathers
made from my heart tendons.
(think you ripped them
many times without
realising)
come Autumn we will
split into separate
shockwaves from the
epicentre of our
beginning, but like
a tectonic plate i
will wear these
fractures of you with pride.
(and maybe we'll drift
back together someday)
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...you ask me, and i say...
i.
you ask me how i feel
and i say,
"fine."
you don't hear it in my tone,
but what i really mean is,
"terrible."
i don't tell you
that my skin is sagging from my bones
and
my heart skips two beats at a time
and
my lungs are wracked with pain
because i'm holding back.
i don't tell you
that when i wake up in the mornings,
it feels as if my dreams are drowning me
and all i want to do
is fall asleep peacefully for once.
ii.
you ask me what i'm thinking
and i say,
"nothing."
you don't see it in my gaze,
but what i really mean is,
"everything that matters."
i don't tell you
that my mind is a tornado
spanning the distanc
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never told you
i always drink too much of
this fashionable spring air
but enough isn't me.
gold, god, we climb over
every hill and fall in love
with breaded earth again and again.
i dream of you in payphone
booths when i think of home,
smiling my signal through the chords
hoping it will replace
a lover's flesh.
but sweating all these colors fresh,
oh, it's something to see,
something to me
because we run in empty fields
while you sit cramped inside,
barely pumping the blood around your toes.
come on, darling, you know.
when we drive i sing into memory;
do you remember when i fell
out of your tree? you ran and picked me
up a
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we walked this edge the hard way so i
leave you with lines and something empty:
i'm not mad anymore
leave you with lines and something empty:
i'm not mad anymore
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because i knew you
i have been changed
for good
i have been changed
for good