Clamp

Fall in love
with your own life
and leave my hips
to me.
~5/21/15
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Was it just my imagination that I felt you instinctively tighten your grip when I tried to pull away?

In other news, I hit 400 blog followers, and you bastards are going to make me cry. <3

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Poetry

Everything is poetry.
And poetry is everything.

You write those words
in that tone of voice
and I see them.

I understand them.

I connect them
to everything and
they connect me
to you.
~5/20/15
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#thisisforyou

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Soundtrack

Two songs fighting for attention in my head today:

Just um
Don’t treat me like I am
Something that happened to you.

Suppose I kept on singing love songs just to break my own fall.

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Sleep

Lately sleep comes
only by forgetting.

Forgetting what I’ve done.
Forgetting why it matters.
Forgetting where I am and
often, who I am, at that.

I lie in bed listening
to the city sounds
below me and then
I forget how it feels
to be inside my head.

And then I sleep.
~5/19/15

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Better You

I didn’t know
what love was
when I agreed
to be your wife
(maybe I still don’t).

But it is obvious
from the way you
look at her that
after all this time
you just might have
gotten it right.

I wish that you
had spoken of me
the way you do
about her and
that someday
I will be loved
by someone
as out loud as
you love her.

I don’t think
I knew what
love was when
I agreed to
be your wife
and maybe
I still don’t.

But I do know
that we didn’t
have it in the end
and I hope that
this time, you do.
~5/18/15
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THAT DODGED BULLET FEELING YOU GET WHEN YOU FIND OUT YOUR EX-FIANCEE IS GOING TO HAVE A CHILD!? >wipes forehead<

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This is the End

The latest injustice
will be a part of the past
by this time tomorrow
and I try to allow that
to be enough for me.

To forgive those who
are constantly thrusting all
this unwanted responsibility
in my direction and holding
out hope that this time
will be the last time.

I know that’s not the case.
I am well aware of all the
places I’ve already been
told to be next week and
the week after that
and so forth.

But it’s these moments
right before the next
thing becomes the last
that I let myself dream
this is the end.
~5/15/15

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