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i.
my mother asked me, "don't
you love yourself in the winter?"
i said, "no, not really," but
i really meant to say
"hardly at all."
ii.
i am disconnected,
double jointed,
arm out of socket,
breath out of lungs.
i know a cold that you don't.
it reaches deep down into my
bones and whispers, "quiver",
with such authority that even
the muscles in my chest comply.
iv.
please, don't teach me your name
if you are going to leave.
you are the one person
i couldn't handle losing
because everybody leaves
but you.
v.
i want to learn to breathe
like i used to, i want to
feel warm air in my lungs,
not catastrophes that leave
bitter tastes in my mouth.
i.
my mother asked me, "don't
you love yourself in the winter?"
i said, "no, not really," but
i really meant to say
"hardly at all."
ii.
i am disconnected,
double jointed,
arm out of socket,
breath out of lungs.
i know a cold that you don't.
it reaches deep down into my
bones and whispers, "quiver",
with such authority that even
the muscles in my chest comply.
iv.
please, don't teach me your name
if you are going to leave.
you are the one person
i couldn't handle losing
because everybody leaves
but you.
v.
i want to learn to breathe
like i used to, i want to
feel warm air in my lungs,
not catastrophes that leave
bitter tastes in my mouth.
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Oh snap, the first words that were said.
I wanted to know everything about you,
And at the time you definitely wanted to get to know me more.
You saw the real me that was at work, happy and fun.
You enjoyed how we were always flirty when you came to see us.
I felt so fucking special that it hurt.
All I wanted to do was to hear your voice on the phone.
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i understand that this isn't one of those rich, in depth poems i've been writing. but sometimes, i don't feel rich or in depth. i feel rather dry. and that's what this is.
i will probably come back and edit this at some point.
any kind comments/critiques for me to keep in mind?
i will probably come back and edit this at some point.
any kind comments/critiques for me to keep in mind?
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Hi there! Just a note to let you know that I've featured this piece in my journal