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My Will Wilts In The Wake Of Your Words.
My will wilts in the wake of your words.
To change a heartbeat
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I used to have a night light Because I was scared of the dark that pressed into me. Now I have a write light Because I am scared of the dark that festers inside me.
Bleeding Out
Our love was Untied shoelaces Stifled laughter in tear stained pillow cases Our love was Summer rendezvous Butterfly swarm in the hurricane Our love was Burning flame explosion With all the shrapnel Our love was Neck kisses Whispered words Our love was Teeth and Hearts Bared Our love was No secrets when the sun went down And strange silence when it was up Our love was Scorching Sudden
The Broken Boy Who Never Intended to Stay - Excerpt from the poem The Ways in Which I Have Been Loved
To the eighth grade girl who told me I looked pretty on the day I most needed it. I have not forgotten, you or your smile, as you went skipping back to your friends, and I held my breath. To the eighth grade girl who told me I looked pretty on the day I most needed it, you are beautiful, and I hope someday when you need it the most, someone is there to tell you.
The Intangible Things
Our love was Baby blue leather jacket And sunflowers Our love was Second grade "What do you want to be when you grow up" And the "What do you like on your pizza" question Our love was Lullabies on the piano Heart in timezone tatters Our love was More I miss you Than I love you Our love was Cute animals GIF's And orange juice Our love was Not knowing of the broken or the healing But just knowing you are helping Our love was Me trying to be happy Just for you Because you made me want to
The Belgium Boy, The Boyfriend Boy Excerpt from the poem The Ways In Which I have Been Loved
There are some things even poetry hesitates to remember.
The Intangible things