I have been both lover and beloved, unrequited dispassionate and quiet around you. And when I am old, when the skin under my eyes stretches to wrap around
I'm tired of seeing you boxed up in cardboard and army fatigue, threadbare in 20 degrees. And I'll be walking around you so lightly, hoping that you won
I have been both lover and beloved, unrequited. Channeling our ghosts and calling it habit and you wouldn't have it, so we spent four months learning
How vaguely we eschew complicity with You, it's always run-arounds, excuses and words we bind to nooses just to sullenly let swing the best of arbitrary
Carry me when my legs give out, he said. We did not expect this bramble, this thick of thorns. You always see us running to anywhere but where we're meant
My fingers are white like whispers and the lips that consume them are flames for lack of better things to set on fire. My knees are red like rumors from
When I wake up on fire and get caught in the sheets, my dreams of safety hit the floor. I've heard the air raid too many times before to be bothered by
I can't be expected to hold this up. You're spinning tops and when they drop, am I responsible? Is what you're telling me? Well I'll give my money if
She keeps looking up and says, "The sky is assembling an army." I hold her closer and push her hair out of her face. "There's nothing to fear unless they
Come home! I am so temporary, tell me I can sing to You with my mouth so full of blood. I am so fragile, tell me I can run to You when I can hardly stand
The lines are drawn and yet we color on the edges, waiting for our chariots to burn and leave the ground
I thought of writing you a song in a tired repetition of the words I meant to sing you all along but never did. I have some great appreciation for lunar
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not be here if you were. And so much for forever; forever's almost never what we make it out to be. One more ever-after will fade and our friendship
And even after we all collapse in laughter and all the perfume passes from hands to tapered glasses, we're still stuck in suits and dresses -- loosened
I meant to see you one more time in that white dress splashed with brine from the northern coast where we learned our lessons the first time. A line
Throw open the floodgates, we want to feel Your love! But haven't I been waiting? Haven't I been getting up from falling dreams and slipping on the frozen
Welcome to the last time that You can buy my answer with less than a question. I would sell the hands off my wrists if they weren't so preoccupied with