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i will not touch you like landscapes:
sear the perfect slopes of your bared shoulders
or hallowed hip-bones with all-consuming coaltipped
fingers- will not usurp your skin like something damned
in the crackling dark, courting destruction-
nor will i worship you as if you were divine:
no genuflections or humble offerings of myrrh
and murmured prayers- no pedestal. you are not
some stone-hard temple to be entered
with a heavy heart-
i cannot touch you like poetry;
cannot crown you with the sullied papers
of my scribbling desire, or shrink from ripping off
the sheets i used to cover us in fantasies-
i will make love to you like the humans
that we are,
with human hands, and slowly closing eyes-
a human heart, flawed and feeble,
not forever-
but i will make love to you
sweet and slow,
i will make love to you in more
than pretty words.
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I love you doesn't have to be said
You like to think
that you're not emotional, but
yeah right, I've seen you all
worn down before, you didn't cry
but you might as well have,
I see your drunk I love you texts
and the way you try to go around
words to make me feel better
and the time you take to stay
by our side and it makes me realize
that you're just putting up a front,
that really you will miss
walking side by side with us
even though you don't want
to admit it
I love you too
I used to like to think that I
like being alone, that I could live
my life all by myself because
people are frustrating, careless,
they will abandon you
with the slightest nudge when
they are th
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nothing good happens drunk
I swayed into the kitchen. I might still be drunk, I thought sourly.
Awkwardly bending my knees, I scanned the bottom shelf of the fridge. What should you eat for a hangover? I recalled some article from Pinterest and grabbed the almost empty container of yogurt.
I found a pack of pecans and tossed some into a tiny sandwich bag. I proceeded to crush the nuts with the blunt end of a vodka bottle. Crushed pecan nuts will absorb the alcohol in my stomach, right? I thought back to my drunken stupor at the bar and cringed.
The door swung open and she walked to the sink, water bottle in hand. “I feel like complete shit,” I said. She
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36 - enough excuses
Insecurities
Attempt to keep me from being
My best version of myself
Can't, won't, will try but most likely fail - is the discourse I had
And you reinforced to keep me from sur-
Passing you in anything at all, belittling
Any of my few achievements
Blaming me for your own short-comings
Leading me to think I could not
Exist without you
Yet
I
am
capable
of more than you ever allowed me to believe
'Cause without you I can actually breathe
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Light mention of sexual activity. If you feel this should be filtered, tell me and I will.
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