Category: poetry
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the door
I’ve kinda fallen in love with you already you know I mean I know you’re there and I’m here and she’s there and I’m not and I don’t even
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the beginning
and you wonder how much more – how much more can you lose? how much more can you grieve? how many more goodbyes forever?
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not in a good way
you get me high and not in a good way coiled up tight wired til five up all night not in a good way in the in-between everything
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again
you make me soften again i suddenly see the sky differently again an unending possibility of easy like Sunday mornin’
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no small apology
a low moan whining air time winding through the anxious bowels of it’s-all-on-the-line is nothing embarrassing or controllable anymore
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the toll
I remember the night I stopped running to pay the price of others’ expectations and lay awake in the dark waiting
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astral
in silent darkness when matter’s not i spread myself wide unending wondering if you feel my longing
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connecting
On. Off. on and off. busy Doing Hard Time and distraction from things that fill a Soul. avoidance of all joy and sorrow equally measured
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the invisible people
It took an hour to walk those streets home and on the way I saw where I was without the illusion of middle class comfort and pretense
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nights are hardest
Nights are hardest. Time slows down, dark descends quietly and the past grows ever more restless
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lost in the woods
meet me at the place where we hit a dead end in the woods I lead you into to steal a kiss that day. I hesitated…