remind me
when you look into me, when you sing into me,
you make me analyze things. you make me choose.
when that moment comes, that night i will have no filters.
and i will blink alone, confess alone before you.
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The Unspoken Competition
I love how my thoughts
come out of your mouth.
The ugly truth I keep inside
you gracefully let out.
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Untitled [Response to the Wedding Song written for me by Anthony and Joe]
I am tired
And you have known
But have you seen
the way you look at me
And have you felt
the claws of an old joke
at the spine of love, whispering
keep
it,
keep
her
clossss
er.
And having been kept,
I have heard the whispers
nearer and nearer,
since you opened your mouth
with a gest, a request, a song to
save
her.
Save
[me].
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a divine fortune cookie
[You will soon follow your heart's desire.]
A printed black rose speaks silently
into a maddening, white heat.
Your eyes open at the sound
and with a smile you invite me
to bear my soul with you
in a way I promised never to.
"I am the judge of time," you say,
"Tell me your desire, it is slipping away."
I bow my head with heart ablaze
avoiding truth, averting my gaze.
"I cannot," I tell you with everything I have,
and that is where I leave it, love and war be damned.
Your hand is not yet callused enough
and your heart lacking the scars rough,
made by four neccesarry years
that awaken passion and rage-drowning tears.
The question hangs
where none has lingered before.
It consumes me like a kiss
as I flee your front door.
For the first time ever,
I just don't know why.
Since that night with the fever,
it has just felt right.
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And When the Doors Were Closed
I went to sleep
on the airs of hope
and woke not in your arms
but in your world.
And the flames
that scarred an icy heart
and the snow
that cooled hasty passions
left in me this focal rage.
Can you not see
that there is nothing else for me
now?
Here, now, is my fury so strong,
and it will make you
love me again.
You, who shared with me
a love so deep and unspoken
so many years ago
beneath those shaking lights.
And their trembling
will see us once more.
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You Have Closed the Great Divide, My Love
I don't know whether
or not
I should
hope
that you wonder why
I stopped letting myself
feel
this
way
when
you
stopped letting yourself feel
anything.
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Lemon Propel [the shortened version]
Take a drink
and you will taste
the meaning of trying
to stay awake,
the meaning of
swallowing hot dirt,
the meaning of
swallowing hopeless hurt.
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Submission Name: Januaries
