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- somewhere. at allpoetry
there is something inside
i want to dig out, tumble-dry - yes, you do. at allpoetry
you remind me
- train station. at allpoetry
it’s almost as if
all the thoughts I have of you - for the ones i love. at allpoetry
here's an overdue apology
for my blue mondays, angry tuesdays - i thought you were busy. at allpoetry
if i could count the times
we did the wildest things, i'd - comfortable. at allpoetry
you make me
feel so comfortable in my skin, - you were my palette at allpoetry
streaking across my palm
scripting punctuations across your smile - do that again. always. at allpoetry
you shake me
until there's nothing in me - tired. at allpoetry
and i'm the
one in the middle, with - just like a greek god. at allpoetry
i am so afraid
that if i let you go on slamming - between waves. at allpoetry
she laughs
as she swims in low tide, full of things - but i didn't tell you those things, did i? at allpoetry
and maybe it was my steps,
or the sound of my bag bumping - tell me something else. it won't kill you. at allpoetry
. - i just can't. at allpoetry
if i closed my eyes
and just let it go, would trust be - look at me. at allpoetry
i have no words.
- missing a piece. at allpoetry
there used to be something
in this place, - verse. at allpoetry
i don’t know
what i think of when i write - conversations drag us down. at allpoetry
words waste away
into old bits of rubble - milo, at allpoetry
hot milo
settles somewhere deep - trying too hard. at allpoetry
there’s something
reassuring in this cold, empty silence - april. at allpoetry
i could
sleep late into your laugh - more than enough. at allpoetry
words pass between us
in a whirl. - in between. at allpoetry
i know
what you mean, exactly. - afraid of this. at allpoetry
numbers topple between us
and i look for answers in your eyes, - in the sitting-room. at allpoetry
. - blue. at allpoetry
i fiddle
with your shapeless skin, - on the way. at allpoetry
bile seeps in through
the taste buds in my tongue - lighthouses. at allpoetry
your face
swims before me, stark against - catch you. at allpoetry
i want to empty my fears
into the bowls of your eyes - miss you. at allpoetry
threads seep through me,
broken and tangled - snap. at allpoetry
everything inside me feels
s t r e t c h e d - quote. at allpoetry
something about this air- the soft etheral beauty of the evening, the soft hum of the wind when it breezes past and twilight dreams dissolving into dim flickering lights; why, that should be how evenings are spent, wrapped up - hanging on. at allpoetry
your veins pop
like microwaved kernel - fumbling. at allpoetry
something cold
tightens in my stomach and - duty. at allpoetry
i hear you
folding whites in darkness
