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i wake up, tears in my eyes;
bad dreams can kill you.
i tell you my secrets.
you tell me you care,
but there's no compassion in your eyes;
all i see are thoughts turning in your head.
'she's crazy' you think; you're right.
i tell you the meds aren't working like they should,
you tell me it takes time.
i don't have time; i'm finished waiting, have been for awhile.
i say goodbye, thanks for nothing, thanks for everything.
there are no beautiful suicides.
that's what you say at least.
well, i'll fucking throw that theory out the window.
i'll throw it out with myself.
i say i can't keep waiting and hoping for spots of happiness,
i'll die soon, my head filled with glory.
i'll jump from this building, into the cement;
never heard from again.
scratch that, you'll hear from me;
i'll haunt you in your dreams.
you'll tell yourself you could have stopped me.
you tell yourself lies.
you dream of the truth.
i am gone, except for the sta
Stranger LoveI 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.
A Week Of KissesA Week Of Kisses
The first day I told you I loved you,
I imagined kissing your shoulder,
Well before I thought about your lips.
Because I don’t know what I am doing, firstly,
But more importantly,
It’s because I know things can spiral quickly,
If things start shifting
After we lay down the concrete.
So I kiss the foundation,
Before we reach the soil.
The second day I told you I loved you,
I imagined kissing your elbow,
Because it holds together the touch
And the flex.
To exhibit it,
I must kiss the joint that bends
And combines us together.
The third day I told you I loved you,
I lay my lips to your temples,
As I learned about the temple of reform,
For the Youth in North America.
Kissing you there signifying I will protect you,
As well as your temple,
As we re-form, into something more.
The fourth day I told you I loved you,
I’d kiss you softly on your forehead.
Because that’s what holds your brillian
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