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i feel her heart against mine still,
fluttering wildly against my collarbone in the pale dressings of morning
just past the blinds
i hear her speaking,
soft and secret
all these little things we do
and how the time just ticks and ticks
another breakfast,
then its thursday,
then we're sinking in the harbor
wrapped in waning adolescence
fluttering wildly against my collarbone in the pale dressings of morning
just past the blinds
i hear her speaking,
soft and secret
all these little things we do
and how the time just ticks and ticks
another breakfast,
then its thursday,
then we're sinking in the harbor
wrapped in waning adolescence
then its monday
then its breakfast
and we're kissing, touching, breathing
falling gently into tuesday
floating through the evenings,
slipping right past wednesday
like the water through our fingers
then its thursday
and we're leaving
homeward bound and steeped in silence -
loving silence, gentle silence
how our hearts long for the weekend,
how we long for every second
every soft and silky second
while we linger in the moment
in the past, and in the present
Literature
Sad Love.
It is sad
When love doesn't survive
Except in memories and missed opportunities.
Or when it is looked down upon
Just because it is different.
Or when it is given up
In favor of familiarity.
Literature
Silence Kills
I don't want to know me,
I don't want to make a sound.
Let's pretend I've stopped existing
and start breaking ground.
You can dig this hole for me,
even though I'm nowhere to be found.
You are the only one who can finish this,
though I'll never admit you were the only one keeping me around.
I don't want to hurt you anymore,
so go ahead and put me to rest.
Let's bury my body
and put denial to the test.
Who is this girl you knew?
Where is she?
She drowned on her own words
and now you're free.
Look me in the eye
as you lower me down.
I'll never stop being the one
who let you drown.
Forget me
for I'll not make a sound.
Literature
Good Night
it started with “good night”
and the way you stopped saying it
and I told myself it was because
you were too tired
too weary
too worn
and I made it okay
then I stopped being your “good morning”
and everyone else saw you first
and I told myself it was because
you were too busy
too popular
too distracted
and I made it okay
now it ends with “good bye”
and it's not a cry for attention or a ploy for your love
you can tell yourself it's because
I'm too needy
too jealous
too much
but I gotta make it, okay?
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