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lonely boy, is it my fault
that your bed is colder at night
or is it yours,
for the hundreds of chances you let slip by
because your pride was stuck on your fingers
and your feet were glued to the ground with fear.
that your bed is colder at night
or is it yours,
for the hundreds of chances you let slip by
because your pride was stuck on your fingers
and your feet were glued to the ground with fear.
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your memory is heavy
I keep trying to unload the weight of you in words
but still I'm burdened
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quiet
The world sits,
Still,
She’s alone once again.
It’s nothing new, or it shouldn’t be.
That loneliness and empty feeling was all she had known, in the beginning.
Until someone pulled her out of the dark.
They opened her world.
She met friends, love, laughter, and felt true happiness for once in her life.
But it didn’t last..
The love, the one who pulled her out of the dark, left.
They loved another.
Her world shook violently. Rage and tears.
Months passed.
Now she’s back to that still world once again.
It’s no longer familiar. It’s no longer quite as pleasant, it’s not the same as it
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consecrate
authenticity an arsenic
in morning coffee, in the smiles
pressed like ironed laundry,
because I feel like one wrong breath,
one wrong kiss between glossed lips and soft jaws
and I will be nailed to a cross
deception a shame rising like steam,
where teeth grind against each other
like clockwork gears, tick tick ticking
while the tongue kisses the roof of its cathedral
like a prayer to gods yet to be named
because her face is a mosaic window
shining the sin out of love
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i feel this so strongly.