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when it comes to love,
giving out is giving in;
it's a brush through tangled hair,
bombshell lungs built to burst,
and a carpal tunnel piano lesson.
your touch sends daggers
into the electric folds of my nerves.
everyone was right
when they told me that the skin on me
would love the razor in you.
starlight, star bright.
your eyes are so voluminous and vibrant
that maybe one day when they fall
i can make a wish.
caught me staring, you did,
and asked,
"can you see my soul?"
i did not break my telescopic gaze;
i simply told you, "no.
no, i see galaxies."
puzzled, you turned off the night sky
in your eyes
and fell into slumber.
i wonder if you can see
the milky way projected upon your eyelids,
or if they are just blood red
like everyone else's.
i wonder if, like her mouth,
she keeps her eyes open
when she kisses you,
to see the light in your eyes
burn holes through their thin skin cover.
on certain nights,
i find myself carelessly meandering
outside of your home, watching
silhouettes dance
through yellow candle-lit window panes.
it's a blind ritual
that i fear darkens the glorious night sky
in your eyes.
if i were in her stead,
i would be dousing your starlit irises
with gasoline every time.
tomorrow you will ask me,
"do you want to make a wish?"
urging all temptation aside,
i will tell you no; no, for the stars are
dull tonight.
Literature
the little boy who cried death
i can't control
where i live,
who i sit by,
what i like,
who i love
&
you can't control
the countries your father trades you to,
how far away the moon is,
what your body looks like,
who you love
oh, you know this already.
let's blame it on biology
it's the fault of genetics,
of chromosomes.
let's blame our alleles
for playing favourites.
Let's cut to the chase:
your body on his bed.
Let's cut to the chase:
it all ends with a sigh.
Let's cut to the chase:
you're beautiful, girl,
we both know this,
we both know how
science plays favourites.
but you're mine
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fall asleep with me tonight.
If I wrote you a lullaby with verses of moonlit, fogged breath and a chorus of heartbeats- would you fall asleep with our melody in your palms?
I lie awake at night and watch traffic lights outside my window shout RED into the peace quiet and occasional hazy rev of traffic. I lie awake and shiver through layers and wish to silent stars it wasnt winter, wish the nighttime cool wouldnt paint quite so many goose bumps on my skin and make my eyelids so cold. I lie awake at night and night-dream without sleep- about you and all your eyelashes and beautiful wordings.
I like the way your collarbone lies horizontally beneath your neck,
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opposite's day - collab.
i. today i ignored the dismal beating
in my chest [it held me closer than
you ever did] and chased after you
like a lopsided puppy,
watching your skylit legs sink into
shin-deep puddles with indefinable
bottoms. i looked as you left me
miles behind as i shouted
nonsensical wishes and
honeycombed thoughts to you.
[let's drop anchor and stop
this off-course ship with
a handful of windswept lies.]
ii. your eyes are like my mirror -
reflective, deflective, and unforgiving.
[the only way you'll speak to me
is without words.]
one of these days i will write
'ugly ugly ugly' on my forehead
so that on opposite's day,
those baby blu
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IMPORTANT EDIT:
I changed the line breaks in this. it's the same as before, only with much better line breaks. also, I'm passing this in as my final English poem project so please let me know if I should change anything. thank you.
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unrequited love.
love that is not openly reciprocated, even though reciprocation is usually deeply desired. the beloved may or may not be aware of the admirer's deep affections.
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Absolutely perfect! I love it hun.
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