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I would seek you out
at the end of the world
just to tell you that
I was right about this.
About the way the
years have passed &
I could never wring you
from my love-struck
brain.
About the way that
others would have
forgotten, but
instead I opened
a vein for you &
let you crawl in
to make your home amongst
the cracks in my
stoplight heart.
They come & go like
tides, like seas but you?
Youyouyouyou
Let's stay & watch
it fall to pieces.
at the end of the world
just to tell you that
I was right about this.
About the way the
years have passed &
I could never wring you
from my love-struck
brain.
About the way that
others would have
forgotten, but
instead I opened
a vein for you &
let you crawl in
to make your home amongst
the cracks in my
stoplight heart.
They come & go like
tides, like seas but you?
Youyouyouyou
Let's stay & watch
it fall to pieces.
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Stranger Love
I am not the sunlit wing-print
splayed out on the bedroom wall.
I am not the dark mass forming
in a corner of an airless hall.
I am not the viscous vengeance
where you sink your spinning wheels.
I am not the leaky bucket
hung up on your wishing well.
You are not my soul mate missing
wandering a winter's night.
You are not the sound of angels
singing by a candle's light.
You are not the rasp of fingers
fumbling with a hasp of steel.
You are not the tattered towel
soaking up the things I feel.
I am the oblivious child,
dancing where the wildflowers are.
You are my unwitting captive
lighting up a jelly jar.
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Shallow Water
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Goodbye
i didn’t fall in love with you
until your skin was already grey and i
had to tell you what the weather was like
since you couldn’t leave your bed.
i didn’t mind long nights in the hospital
because making you laugh brought a warmth
to my cheeks that burnt hotter than a
forest fire, you never laughed at me for blushing
i snuck you in alcohol and forbidden foods
and pushed you around in that rusted wheel chair,
and all the nurses looked at us with
miserable eyes that said more than the doctors
would ever tell me.
naively i thought it was good news
when you said they were sending you home; but
when i saw you strewn across
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