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and lord knows
i'll do what you say, i'll
hold you close
(turn into the fingertips and hipbones of your ex-lovers)
i will do this tonight, and
maybe we'll fall in love
(fall in love with how your hips feel at 3:42 am)
we'll speak french and
pretend the kitchen is growing eyelashes,
kneecaps
thighs
because these are the fucked-up things we do
(at 3:42 am)
we are
strangers
i'll do what you say, i'll
hold you close
(turn into the fingertips and hipbones of your ex-lovers)
i will do this tonight, and
maybe we'll fall in love
(fall in love with how your hips feel at 3:42 am)
we'll speak french and
pretend the kitchen is growing eyelashes,
kneecaps
thighs
because these are the fucked-up things we do
(at 3:42 am)
we are
strangers
Literature
rhetorical
'this is a heart."
'uhh, okay? wanna put it back where it belongs?'
'do you know where it belongs?'
'surely not in your hands, you're making a mess.'
'but where do these belong?'
i point to your chest and press my palm to where a beat should thump.
i can feel it pounding,
'whose is it?'
'who'd you think.'
i tilt my head and you pull me closer.
'listen, we have to stop sharing, my hearts' become tired of the excess beats.'
you place your cold fingers on my left breast,
your eyes edge towards the empty space in my chest.
'you've been missing this. '
but once you extract the heart. it rejects its' own.
Literature
43. Dying
There's the sound of her heart
forcing blood through unwilling
veins. She's been fighting a
losing battle, and boy, does she
know it.
--
The monitor's jumping, keeping
track of each heartbeat with the
dripstones of pixellated love. It's
only a matter of time before she
flatlines, but at least they'll know
the moment she gave up.
--
Her body's shutting
down
down
down
and she knows that she'll be
leaving soon. The only thing she's
hoping for is that
Literature
perennial
i.
if i had better recollection i would remember sticky summer
skin against my fingertips and hipbones; your smile was
never so large as when we caught fireflies and fell asleep
intertwined beneath all the stars of the milky way sky
ii.
there were times in autumn that you took my hands and
shared your gloves before sharing a kiss; we stumbled
through fallen leaves and all the things we could not say
with lingering gazes and smiles over backyard bonfires
iii.
i lost the winter moments when you stole my breath in
visible gasps and pressed your lips against mine so they
would not chap; we were snow angels writing on the
ground but
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this is so weird
i don't think i like it
what do you think?
i don't think i like it
what do you think?
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i will forever love this.