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i.
tonight you are building a man out
of blankets and pressing your face where
his neck would be. you close
your eyes and pretend your pulse
is his and bite your lip and try
so hard not to cry.
ii.
tonight you are looking for a man
who sees the shadows in the way
you hold your wrists. he could.
he could, so you know it's possible.
iii.
tonight you are not beautiful but you
are so broken.
iv.
tonight you slam your fists against the
wall and wonder what it is about you
that is so easy to walk away from.
what it is about you that is
so easy to leave behind.
v.
tonight the man with a pillow face
is softer than the body you used to climb
but it's all you have.
you'll take it. it's better than being alone.
vi.
tonight you press yourself
closer to a memory until you can
feel it digging into your skin.
it hurts, you think,
but it's something real.
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we are the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world
it's beautiful.
and the ending hits hard.
but then, so does the rest of it.
"but it's all you have.
you'll take it. it's better than being alone."
it feels very similar to the levels of voice in your mind when you read it in your head
[my attempt at a sensible comment
sadly, I think sometimes the broken things are the most beautiful
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'...and some, not a few, would be crowned with flowers and have strange smiles on their faces.'
vi.
tonight you press yourself
closer to a memory until you can
feel it digging into your skin.
it hurts, you think,
but it's something real.
(holy shit)
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rain flow to the roots
rain drench my boots
rain douse the flame
rain forget this poet's name
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I'm running away.
catch me if you can.
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I'm running away.
catch me if you can.
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